For years the biggest strong-hold in my life has been food. I have craved it, loved it, and been ashamed of it. I have sought comfort and pleasure in food and, like the not-very-good old friend it is, food has let me down.
I'm so thankful for that!
When you're a slave to something, the best thing that can happen is to have your delusions of strength and self-sufficiency crushed.
The best part of my story is that, while I was the girl with the bag of M&Ms sprinting toward disaster, my Abba was calling me to take a different path. A journey to joy and true rest in Him. God has begun to heal and liberate my heart, and I am continually awed at how free I feel.
Isn't He wonderful!
As I have shared my journey both on my blog and in person, I have been amazed and humbled to discover that my struggle resonates deeply with other women. There is great hope for all our weaknesses in the Gospel! My story is small and insignificant, but my Father is graciously transforming my greatest area of weakness into a way to share His glory with many sweet friends. With you.
To read more about my journey away from food and toward God, you can start at the beginning, {here},or just jump in {here}.
Blessings!
-Rachel