I am a liar. It’s an uncomfortable thing to admit. I’m a Christian. Lies are forbidden. As Revelation 21:8 (and the snappy little tune based on “Frere Jacques”) clearly state, liars go straight to H-E-double-hockey-sticks. Revelation Revelation Twenty-one eight Twenty-one
There are lots of theories about the root cause of addiction. I’ve heard a lot of them. But nothing I’ve read or heard has completely explained, to me, why I am an addict. So I’m digging. I don’t know if
We will all be judged. We will give an account of ourselves to God – and no one else. No one else knows my story. And I don’t know anyone else’s.
For me, there is almost no scarier thought: we are the light of the world. God is the light. Jesus is the light. But me? No. Not me. Except that Jesus said that I am. You are the light of
As we go through this life, we can become desensitized to our need for righteousness by the more exciting world of pleasure – the same way our taste buds become unresponsive to anything but the stimulation of wild and exciting foods.
I think a lot of us here with food addiction or eating disorders know what it is to mourn. I feel like I’ve spend half my life in mourning – weeping and wailing on the inside, if not the outside.
A lot of us here in the BLE world are falling apart right now. We don’t know what’s going to happen next. One little virus, and we’re stuck in our houses, wondering how long we’ll be asked to isolate ourselves.
It’s impossible to get away from. When you’ve lived your life as a food addict, it shows. No matter how carefully you hide your eating, the results are painfully evident. Unsightly rolls and pounds of extra flesh: clinging to you,
As I head into my 10th straight day of perfect lines, I find myself in the curious position of feeling somewhat more confident than the situation warrants. I’ve been here before. Several times. And by the scale’s numerical measurement, I’m
We’ve finally got a decade we can be proud of again, and it makes me happy.