Several have asked me, “How have you lost weight? What are you doing?”
This is my story:
Weighing 241 pounds I cried out in desperation to God. Continue reading
My weight loss counseling sessions with God
Several have asked me, “How have you lost weight? What are you doing?”
This is my story:
Weighing 241 pounds I cried out in desperation to God. Continue reading
Lord, I’m so afraid of those scales. Tomorrow is “weigh” day and I’m scared. I can’t take it anymore.
My child, know that your worth is not determined by the number on a machine. I created you and you’re worth so much more. I gave My life for you, therefore you are truly valuable indeed. Trust Me. Continue reading
Thank you, Lord, for letting me enjoy Your beautiful creation. Walking on the beach lifted my spirits, relieved my stress, and invigorated me physically. You told me to sing praises. Did you hear me singing? I’m sure you did. The beach was exactly what I needed. Continue reading
Lord, why am I not losing more weight? Why does it seem I’m going backwards? My scales tell me I’m gaining, but why? I’m eating the same as before. So. . . why am I struggling with the scales now?
I didn’t exercise before and lost over 70 pounds. Now that I’m exercising, why haven’t I lost more weight? I see the finish line of this journey. I need to finish in victory. I need Your help. What’s going on? I don’t understand.
In May 2013, I weighed 241 lbs. and served as a cook for Celebrate Recovery. God has a real sense of humor putting me in a place of service right in the middle of my addiction.
Sometimes we “Christians” look down on others thinking to ourselves, “I’m not as bad as that.” Sin is sin and addiction is addiction. I know.
Lord, I disappointed You, didn’t I? I knew exactly when I messed up. It was those last two pieces of candy. My feelings were hurt, I was upset, and I thought they would make me feel better. As I looked at the candy I felt the draw of Your love saying, “Come to Me. Bring Me your wounded heart. You won’t find love in this candy. Let My love sooth your hurt.”
I felt encouraged and had hope again. “I don’t need those last two candies. But . . . why not? Go ahead, eat them.” So I did. Continue reading
Lord, my niece asked me to make her favorite Christmas candy for our family gathering. Sigh. It’s made of sugar, and more sugar. I boil it and beat it with the mixer, then by hand. Then I put the nuts in it and drop it by the spoonful on wax paper.
You know how much I love this candy and I make it every year at Christmas. I’m the best I know of at making this candy. It turns out perfect every time, even when it rains. It just melts in your mouth. Everyone says it’s the best they have ever tasted. Did You give me this talent? Why would you give me a talent for making wonderful candy if You knew I would have a food addiction? Continue reading