I have a long and complicated relationship with food.

Food was the only accessible, cheap and socially viable method of comforting myself in a very chaotic and dangerous environment as a child.

I couldn’t safely ask for a hug or talk about my feelings, but I could say I was hungry.

Now in my fiftieth year, the Holy Spirit is starting to mess with this. We want more balance and self control in the area of food. I am all up in that!


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