3 If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand? 4 But with you there is forgiveness, that you may be feared. Last week we were face-to-face in verses one and two with a crying child begging to be heard and pleading for mercy. This week we find ourselves face-to-face with the… Read More A Bulimic’s Look at Psalm 130, Part 2
I would love to share a story of something that happened one bitter, chilly, spring morning when, as a teenager, I walked down to my sheep-pen, to feed and let out to pasture, my sheep. Hearing the pounding thunder of cracked corn hitting my empty, ten-gallon bucket, the sheep began to call out from their… Read More A Bulimic’s Look At Psalm 130, Part 1
The gospel must be central in every battle of the Christian life. It must be central because it is our only hope. We can hope in many things. But there is a hope that leads to death and there is a hope that leads to life. Who or what we hope in is the difference… Read More The Centrality of the Gospel in the Battles of Eating Disorders
Recently, I found myself watching the faces of my two daughters as they were watching Disney’s latest Cinderella (2015), starring Lilly James. Empathy, love and desire consumed their expressions as they watched Cinderella continually doing as her dying mother wished, to “have courage and be kind”. My girls walked in Cinderella’s shoes, glass slippers and… Read More The Hope of the Ugly Stepsisters
I’ve told myself that I am an emotional eater for a very long time. It’s something that I’ve been ashamed of, an embarrassing habit that I’ve tried to quit. I tried replacing it with something, such as getting outside, calling a friend, playing piano, etc. I’ve tried “controlling” it, by tracking my food intake. I’ve… Read More Why I Want To Be More Of An Emotional Eater
Dear Dr. Seuss, Your writing has impacted my life in a way I never would have guessed. It started off with the expected, Hop on Pop, Green Eggs and Ham, and Fox in Socks. These books imparted an “I can read!” encouragement, excitement, and expectation. As a little girl, I saw you as my hero… Read More Dear Dr. Seuss
Today I wanted to share with you my testimony as shared with our College Group Sunday School Class this morning. Let me rewind for you a little over ten years ago, when I was in your seat, listening to my College Pastor. Only my College Pastor was someone by the name of Jay Thomas (He… Read More Bulimia in the College Seat
So often we wish we could save our children from the long, hard road. We wish we could fast-forward them into the green pastures and the still waters. But even as we reflect on our own pasts, we see our own “though I walk through the valley of death” stages as precious and holy. We… Read More Bulimics and Their Mothers: #4 Biscotti
Contributed by Sandy Crist I love stories of the handsome prince rescuing the beautiful princess from the fiery dragon and living happily ever after. I suppose I had tried to recreate this little fantasy of a perfect life, thinking if I did everything right, life would be perfect. This sounds a wee bit like I… Read More Bulimics and Their Mothers: #3 Fairy Tale or Nightmare
As I pinned the race bibs to my children’s coats (Aletheia was 6, Haddie was 4, and Hudson was 1 ½), joy and delight flooded my heart. It was their first race. I had run my first race (5k) with my dad before I was ten, and to see the excitement on their faces completed… Read More Bulimics and Their Mothers: #2 The Wrong Race
Every Square Inch Fitness 