One thing has kept me going, a promise. A promise of freedom. That there was light at the end of the tunnel through Christ, I would not be in this season of life forever, because God would get me out of it somehow. Even when I think I had lost all hope, there was still a little flame burning inside of me that gave me that extra grip to hang on. It wasn't just any promise, it was something I could believe in, someone I could trust in. One in whom I knew whose words have always been kept. God saw me that day, a 22 year old girl bringing her white slip of paper to the cross. An exercise where we were told to write what we came to church that day for and give it to the Lord. Only one word could I think of, and one word only, "Freedom". I want freedom from my eating disorder. I'll never forget when Pastor Tom came to me a few minutes later and said, "I really feel God wants me to tell you, 'Yes.' I don't know what it's for but I keep hearing, 'Yes.'" How could he have known? I told no one? But I knew. It was most surely from God.
I'm here to tell you amidst my own doubts, that one day I will write on this blog in big bold caps, "I AM FREE!!!" I will tell everyone how God has saved me, and gave me my life back because I know that when God speaks, his words never come back void. Pray for me, for I have a journey ahead of me. As the our nations Independence Day draws near, you very well know that Freedom comes with a price. So does mine.