if you are going round and round, you are not necessarily going in circles. What do I mean? The Israelites may have wandered for 40 years, but it was not fruitless.
When I was a child, my stepfather would punish me by taking away food. I was allowed to eat but, only things he thought I would not enjoy.
I’ve had a long and complicated relationship with food. I can’t really recall the moment I began abusing it, but I can’t seem to forget when it was used to abuse me.
This past Sunday at church, I listened to a sermon about communion. I sat. I listened. I agreed, and I learned. And, at the end, I thought “Rev. Troy gave a pretty good sermon”.
This is the first time in my life I can honestly say I chose to fast. I mean, I’ve fasted many times in the past. Growing up in an Islamic household, I fasted for Ramadan, sometimes.
Today I did not eat my emotions. Instead, I sat and listened to them. They spoke of profound sadness, deafening pain and suffocating grief.
