I'm on a journey. It is a journey I've been on longer than I originally thought. Yes, there was a day when I was sick of myself, sick of putting one more pair of jeans on the pile in my closet for clothes that had become too small. Yes, there was a day I signed up for WW and sheepishly stood on the scale while a stranger wrote down my weight. I wanted to cry. I did cry, in the van, on the way home. But that wasn't the beginning of this journey. The journey started years before. I don't actually know when it started, or where. I don't know what triggered me to turn to food when I was sad and lonely, angry or stressed. But I did. And whenever this journey started, God knew that He was going to use it to draw me in, that He wouldn't leave me ill-equipped. I thought I was shamefully and embarrassingly bad, but He has other things for me.
So, I'm going to write about it. Along the way, I have been blessed to see I'm not alone in this journey. There is a beautiful and bountiful number of people who know where I am, know where I've been, because they are there too.
These will be travel logs on my journey to something new. I hope this is encouraging and that you recognize yourself in my thoughts. But not only that.... I hope you see a God Who loves you fully and Who won't waste anything in our lives. I hope you see Him as the Source of all the good stuff you read here, and I pray He receives all the glory and honor from wherever this journey leads.
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