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It was just my time.

"Sarah, I'm not concerned about your weight."

"Oh, really?  I should be losing weight.  I should be doing that."

"You will lose it when you feel loved and secure."

Silence.

Grace extended.  Love given.

Those words from a counseling session have stayed in my brain for many years now and have given me hope.

When I really thought about that phrase of "when you feel loved and secure" it seemed silly a bit to me.

I have been loved my whole life.

My mama has loved me well.

My grandpa…loved me well.  (Can't even type out that sentence without tearing up.)

So many friends have loved me well.

I have never felt unloved.

Thank you, Jesus.

If I feel loved, then why haven't I lost weight and taken care of myself?

Enter my husband.

Kyle has loved me so well.

He has tried to love me like Christ loves His church.

Each day I have been married to him is better and better.

Each day I have been married to him I have been more drawn to Jesus.

Each day I have been married to him I have felt more secure…secure personally and in His love for me.

Secure and safe.

Secure that Jesus loves me…mess and all.

Safe that I can now break free from this bondage and find freedom.

Thank you, Jesus, for my husband pointing me to Christ daily.  

 It was just my time.

"I keep messing up.  I can't stay on track with this eating.  I can't seem to go to the gym."

I hear friends say this.  I have said it.

"How are you doing this? Why now?"

It was just my time.  

I feel loved and secure.

I feel safe to to dig through the mess.

For me, this was the key to starting a new healthy lifestyle.  For others, the key to changing things around might be something completely different.  Everyone is different.  Everyone has a story.

This is mine.







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