"As long as you want anything very much, especially more than you want God, it is an idol."
I'm sorry for dropping off the planet these last two weeks. I've been battling a relapse in my anxiety, as well as some killer migraines. Finally came out safe and sound of the anxiety tunnel; the migraines however are still a major issue. Thanking God for a fantastic doctor who is taking care of me. Your prayers are more than welcome.
I had a great three days at the beach to celebrate my sister's birthday this past weekend. I went intending to plan my next post about this body image idolatry, but God in His power and wisdom humbled me and stilled my heart with the stunning beauty of this world He created.
I was twelve when it was painfully brought to my attention that people had different bodies. Well, maybe much earlier. My mother told me a lot that I was a poor feeder as a toddler. I was stick thin; the only thing I would eat was sausages. Eventually a doctor told her, "Just give the child what she wants, until she decides to one day eat regular food." I subsisted on sausages and hot dogs a lot longer than my mother will probably admit (LOL, hi mum!).
This house has the Monday blues from time to time. The weekends are one long high note because my husband spends most if not all of it with me and the kids. I love having him around because, well, I love HIM; but also because I get time off. He wakes up with the kids in the morning, and I get to experience that rare phenomenon known as "being in bed past 7 am". On a good day I actually sleep that entire time, but most of those mornings are spent sprawled like a cat in the sunlight streaming thorugh our windows scrolling through Facebook and Instagram.
Christian, wife, mom, doctor, and an alien on earth, on my way to the city of God.