I read this quote over the weekend and could not stop thinking about it.
I’ve allowed myself to get bogged down lately, dealing with the wounds I inflicted on myself during my years of food abuse. I’ve been fixating on the scars those wounds have left on my body and my soul. I’ve been tired. I’ve been frustrated. I’ve been wondering how to escape the funk, without losing my mind. Today, I feel better and have been reminded of the source of my sanity–my God.
God found me when I was without passion, without parent, without plan, and without partner. Since that time I have found all these and more.
God is the face of hope for me.
I try not to share too much about my faith here, because this is the place where I share about my fat, and while that involves my faith, it also involves my fellows, my food, my failings, and those changes to “the plan” I make over time.
That’s a lot to write about.
Sometimes I think its grit alone that keeps me moving forward, but it’s not.
Other times I think it’s habit, but it’s not.
What keeps me encouraged on the tough days is faith, hope, and Love, but the greatest of these is Love.
I believe with all my heart that God can restore what the locust have eaten, which is why I keep hoping, keep striving, and keep chasing the kind of change that matters most to me–that change that will eventually make me a different person.
What one change have you made that made all the difference in your life?