I knew there was a reason I went through all of this crap...
I got an interesting phone call yesterday. It was from my preacher, at the new church that Bill, C, and I are attending (the First Church of Coffee, as bluesilverkdg calls it). I missed the call, and he left a message saying that my application to work with the youth group at the church had been brought to his attention, and would I please call him back. Ok, I'm a bit uneasy now. Had the FBI found all those bodies I'd hidden? Seriously, I was wondering if I had been TOO honest in the part where I gave my testimony. I called back with some trepidation. All is good. The pastor wants to record my testimony, particularly the parts about my eating disorder and drinking, for a series of messages he will be giving on choices in our lives. Wow. I mean...wow. That was a total shock. And pretty good timing, since it's only been in recent years that I've been comfortable talking to anyone but my closest friends about my eating disorder.
And so now maybe I have the reason for all of the crap I have gone through. Maybe, just maybe God can use even me to get someone's attention -- someone that needs a wake-up call as much as I did. The Lord does indeed work in mysterious ways.
And so now maybe I have the reason for all of the crap I have gone through. Maybe, just maybe God can use even me to get someone's attention -- someone that needs a wake-up call as much as I did. The Lord does indeed work in mysterious ways.