Trust

It’s true: it is my ego. It is me edging God out. It is me meddling and not trusting. It is me afraid.

I don’t pick at Mike when I am trusting God. I don’t care what he’s doing when I mind my own business and ask God for help. I don’t walk around the office, boasting about my sales and meetings and calls when I feel confident and secure. I don’t need recognition when I trust that everything I wnat and need and deserve is here, coming, and God’s plan. I don’t feel fat and physically less when I know God is taking care of my body – every part of it.

I am not afraid to eat out when I trust God is protecting my abstinence and keeping me safe (sobriety from food and destructive ways of eating). I am not worried about how my pants fit or what my belly looks like when I trust that everything is exactly as it is supposed to be, right now.

Seriously – it has never been this good. It has never been this calm, this healthy, and this abundant. It has never been so clear. Clear that I am in the right career. Clear that I am in the right area. Clear that I am in the right home. Clear that I am in the right relationship. Clear that I am following the right food plan. Clear that I am doing the right things for my body and health.

Trust God (whoever and whatever that is if nothing at all). Embrace right now. Embrace the uncertainty and the unknown and that incredible bliss of not having any idea of what is going to happen.

Because if I got here now, doing and feeling and experiencing all that I have, how can I possibly think that it is not going to be OK?

Trust. Use your own proof – you have it.

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