I’ve had plenty of body issues in the past:
Spent a lot of middle and high school anorexic
Had a horrible self image of myself,
thought I was garbage,
the eating patterns began to wane in college,
thanks to the support of friends and family
and a solid therapist.
The self image still lingers.
Now, I love to eat,
and I’m working on loving myself more.
Funny, the more I invest in others,
the more I forget my own problems,
but you still need to love yourself.
Generosity and good deeds
do not a full recovery make.
I surrender my life to Jesus daily,
I’ve gotten into this whole naturist thing.
It’s all connected.
It begs the question:
Do you love who you see in the mirror?
It’s not a complicated question. The simple questions are
the hardest to answer.
Jesus made me. I can either accept this form
or throw it out.
Sure, I’ve made mistakes,
but Jesus always responds with grace.
Do I trust Him?
Do I love Him enough to believe He loves me?
At Haywood Street Congregation,
we have a simple mantra, a call-and-response:
Q: Whose child are you?
A: God’s child!
Let it be, LORD. Let it be.