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That Time God Healed Me of Bulimia

that-time-god-healed-me-of-bulimiaAs I type these words… I hesitate.

Remembering the past can feel kind of funny. Funny in a scary way.

This story is a story not even my whole family knows.

A story I never shared publicly until this year when I shared it for part of a Surrender Stories series.

 

But God is the Hero in this story, and He deserves to get the glory.

So I share it. And I share it with hopes that it will touch and encourage just the right hearts that it needs to.

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I remember his question exactly. The man in the lab coat looking at me as I got off the scale, under the bright fluorescent lights of the doctor’s office.

“Are you worried about your weight?”

I stood there a minute, dumbfounded. Did I hear him right?

I was 16. All my life I had been the small one. The peanut. The girl who still wore kid’s clothes sizes in 8th grade. The one who didn’t get her period ‘til she was 16.

In the six months since I had hit puberty, I went from around 100lbs to 130. I had also started cheerleading and worked out every day, building alot of muscle. But the curves were in all the right places, and so I hadn’t thought about it…

Until now.

Concluding that I had in fact heard him correctly, I tried to push the lump out of my throat.

“Should I be worried?” I looked down at the thick thighs that had developed with lots of squats and weight lifting.

“Well, you ARE over the healthy weight for your body type…” He went on talking but I stopped listening. My head was spinning.

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How in the world could I not be the skinny girl anymore?

All of a sudden, my self image, which had been in a healthy place my whole life, plummeted to the ground.

I walked out of the office feeling like the emperor with no clothes – feeling fat, feeling like everyone who saw me was thinking how fat I was, like I had just got clued into what everyone else seemed to know.

To made it worse, I had just started as a “flyer” in cheerleading, so I was conscious of the fact that the girls were lifting me each day.

I had grown up in a Christian home, but had only gotten really serious in my walk with Jesus a few years before these events. I spent time each day reading the Bible, praying, and writing in my prayer journal.

My eating problems subtly and sneakily crept into my life.

I would eat a bowl of ice cream, tell myself I had a stomach ache, and go to the bathroom afterwards and make myself throw up. It became so easy, I started doing it more often, after pizza, or anything I thought wasn’t healthy. All the while, I convinced myself I was just having stomach problems.

The months went on. No one noticed my bathroom trips. And more importantly, I didn’t notice that I had developed a serious problem. I was self deceived. While I was in the bathroom, if I thought for a minute about what I was doing, I would rationalize it away as easing my “stomach problems”.

One night I was laying across my bed talking to the Lord and writing in my prayer journal. The night sky was beautiful, and I was looking out the window over the dark rolling hills. As I was praying, I was thinking about my life and how it wasn’t really mine anymore because I had given it to Jesus.

I SO wanted to live for Him. I was so thankful He saved me and gave me relationship with Him. I sat there worshipping.
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When all of a sudden, a question popped into my head.

“Whose body do you think it is?”

In that moment, I was struck with the truth that my body was a temple of the living God.

1 Corinthians 6:19-20 came to mind,  Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;  you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.

In that moment God graciously opened my eyes to show me that I had a problem.  If I had truly given all of myself to God, I couldn’t keep treating my body this way. Because it was His. And He loved me too much to leave me there.

If I had truly given all of myself to Him, I had to surrender my body as well.

Sometimes there are sins and problems that you get convicted of, and repent of, but the habit has a powerful hold on you. We all need help overcoming sin.

Knowing that, I called my sister, while the conviction was fresh, and told her everything. I asked her to check in on me, and ask me how I was doing in that area, to hold me accountable. She listened sympathetically and agreed to check in on me.

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But God did an amazing work that night. Though I suffered for years with the physical consequences of my eating problem, I never gave in to that temptation again.

When I think about that time in my past, I rejoice in the loving, tender mercy of God. That He cared so much about me, and my body, to convict me of what I was doing. And to show me that He loved me too much to leave me in that depressing place.

Surrendered in His hands is the safest and most beautiful place to be.

If someone you know struggles with eating problems, please share my story. There is so much HOPE!

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When To Throw Your To Do List Away

I did it again. Last week I started out strong. Big to do lists, exciting projects to tackle, and the fresh start of a new week I could plow through all my goals.

But somehow in the midst of my excitement, I plowed ahead with good intentions, leaving grace behind.

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This photo sums up how I felt. The world rushing around me, telling me I need to do more, when I really needed to stop in the busyness, enjoy God’s grace, and my roles as wife and mama.

Monday’s to do list didn’t quite get finished. Neither did Tuesday’s.

Wilder wasn’t feeling well, and needed extra snuggles. He’s almost 16 months and just started pushing boundaries and needed more loving training.

So my time went to him.

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My hubby needed my help with some things, so my time went to him.

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But even though I was seeking to do well, I felt like a failure each night as I went to bed with my OWN to do list not quite done.

I felt like a failure because I was basing my identity in how much I accomplished.

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But grace says stop.

Grace reminds us of our true identity in Jesus.

Chosen, Beloved, Daughter, Heir… to name a few.  (Ephesians 1 is packed with these amazing truths of who we are, check it out!)

I had to tell myself to stop working for approval.

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Sunday night I had an encouraging conversation at church.

I realized I was not only not resting in my identity in Christ, but I was also focusing all my attention on doing tasks with home and work, instead of also cherishing the tasks I have in the roles God has placed me in right now.

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My role right now is wife: encourager, server, speaker of truth, lover, best friend.

My role right now is mother: nurturer, server, trainer, lover, speaker of truth, teacher, comforter.

Loving my family is much more important than my to do list.

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As a wife, mother, and entrepreneur, you have to juggle alot. But your identity and value is NOT based on how much you accomplish.

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If you are in Christ you have the freedom to cling to grace and not condemnation.

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Are you trying to earn your worth by how much you achieve?

Are you spending as much time in the tasks associated with your roles right now as you are on your busy to do list?

Rest in who you are in Christ, and His love for you.

Don’t let the busyness of our culture rob you of the joys of your roles right now.

And if your to do list doesn’t get done right now, it’s ok dear friend 🙂

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Thank you Jasmine for the photos!
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If you don’t know Christ and the freedom & amazing love He offers you, and want to know more, please check out my story and email me, I would love to talk with you!

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Did this blog post encourage you? I would LOVE to hear from you in the comments below!

The Funny Thing About Answered Prayers

It’s 3:53am.

A little over an hour ago, my little one woke up crying needing a drink of water, and I haven’t been able to go back to sleep since.

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Partially because my tummy hurts – but more on that in a minute.

Two weeks ago, we got home from Honduras, shot a wedding, then packed up and drove to Vegas for a few days for a photography conference.

With all the busyness, I’ve been a little quiet on social media & texting just to recover a bit.

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There are many stark differences between the small town I was living in, Siguatepeque, in Honduras, and Los Angeles, California.

Besides the language difference, food difference, transportation difference (Wilder was the only baby I knew who used a car seat. Seeing babies held by moms riding on motorcycles was a norm)- there were also the cultural differences of just being in a smaller town.

We lived minutes from our dear friends, and visited them almost every day. Showing up unexpectedly was fine too.

In small town life, it’s normal to make plans to see a friend the same day, as opposed to weeks in advance which is more typical for Los Angeles, and probably big cities in general.

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As I was flying into the endless grid of lights of the big city, I was excited, but I also had a little lonely feeling enter my heart as I thought about all the “busy”ness.

Don’t get me wrong – I am so blessed to have many good friends in Los Angeles.

But I’m a little sad that the culture here and well, the fact that there are SO many people, make it almost impossible to make plans and see friends within a day or two.

I think it also has to do with how spread out LA is – many of my good friends live over 30  minutes away.

In my prayer time the other morning, I recognized this sadness, this loneliness, and talked to the Lord about it. “Lord please bless my friendships! Please show us we have true friends amidst the busy culture!”

And then, the next day,

My whole family came down with a terrible stomach flu.

Oh, parenthood.

You parents who have dealt with sick little ones are probably laughing with me. Yep, here it is. The first major illness.

I’ve never been sick with a baby before. It takes being sick to a whole new level. Waking up to baby puke on you, and trying to comfort your little one, while trying to wash off, and successfully washing yourself off only to have them puke in your hair right after….and then the house.

You think your house has been a disaster before but it’s never looked quite like this, saltines mashed into furniture and carpets, cheerios in strange places. It’s experiences like these that definitely build endurance! (parents can I get an amen?!)

My first time with a sick baby, and Lukas and I are sick too. Mercifully, the Lord allowed our sicknesses to be about 24 hours apart, so I could rest and puke one night while he took care of baby, and then I could watch baby while he was in the worst of it.

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Lukas and I had no idea what to do with a sick baby. So what did we do? Post on facebook of course. Minutes into Lukas posting and asking advice on what to do, we had so many of you reaching out with tips.

Friends came out of the woodwork bringing us groceries.

It didn’t matter that we were sick “last minute”. It didn’t matter that many of these friends lived over 30 minutes away. What mattered was that we had a need and they did what they needed to do to care for us and love on us, and be there for us.

Talk about God answering my prayer!

The funny thing about answered prayers is that you never know how God will answer them.

In this case, a stomach flu was a tool that showed me how abundantly blessed I really am.

I found this quote the other day, and it has stuck in my mind ever since. I think it sums up friendship so well.

“Friendship isn’t about who you’ve known the longest. It’s about who walked into your life, said “I’m here for you” and proved it.”

It doesn’t matter if you’re in a big city or a small city, the true friends will be there for you when you need it most.

And I’m so thankful for that.

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Do any of you feel tired by the busyness of living in a big city?  How do you make seeing your friends a priority? Are you tired of making plans with people weeks in advance? How do you do it? I would love to hear from you!

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