Saturday, May 7th, 2011Mature

It’s crazy and stupid and not right, but it’s a comfort just knowing Mia is there when I need her.  I know it’s wrong and that God is the real sustainer, the real comforter, providing everlasting peace if I would just trust Him.  It’s wrong for me to turn to anything else but Him, and futile for that matter.  But, go figure, making myself sick and ridding myself of food provides instant relief.  It’s the wimp and weakling’s way out… 

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