There is a lot to say, actually.
But shortly and boldly: He is great. Nothing is impossible with Him.
I prayed over a lot while at my time there. I prayed for the artists, for my friends, for Johnny, for my family. I prayed over the place and I prayed that God would shine a light in me and through me.
Now, every time since my anorexia developed that I have tried to incorporate other foods, foods that “scared” me, my stomach didn’t agree just as much as my disorder didn’t. That would be a push to stop. But at Boots and Hearts, I ate Freezies, I ate white bread, I ate chips.
My stomach was fine. My stomach even growled. I told Krystal, my big sister, multiple times, I think I’m hungry. I think I need to eat something. And by God’s grace I just would. There was a moment I was chillen at our campsite eating tortilla chips with salsa, casually drinking my favourite drink (vodka and Diet Coke) thinking, God thank-you, thank-you that you are working to do what I never could do on my own.
My soul is weary with sorrow. Strengthen me according to your word. PSALM 119:28
In my conversations, He lit the path to righteousness. And sometimes that involved talking about His good name; other tims it involved enjoying a beer with friends without thinking about the calories; always He got my praise and thanks, and I knew in the midst of what could have been a stressful atmosphere He had given me peace beyond words.