“Dear God, Please help me lose weight…”
The second week of the “Made to Crave” class was nice. I’m still not connecting with the other ladies at my table, though. I’m thinking of switching tables next week. I don’t want to be rude to the ladies I’m with now. It’s just frustrating me. Or maybe it’s not them, maybe it’s me. (In case I didn’t mention it, the format of the class is a 20-minute DVD from the author then we break into small groups and go over the discussion topics in the study companion book.)
So last Thursday, I mentioned my feelings, to everyone, about how I find it so foreign to ask God to help me lose weight. My prayer sounds so shallow to me: “Dear God, I know there are children in my country who are being bought and sold into sexual slavery, I know there are elderly who are being abused and tortured by their caregivers, and I know there are serial killers out there right now preying on their unsuspecting victims, but if you wouldn’t mind, could you help me lose a pound this week?”
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