This Isn’t Your Story to Tell

Just because it was their story, doesn’t mean it’s yours.

In high school and college, I suffered severely with an eating disorder. What started out as an experiment, completely overtook my life.

It consumed me but wouldn’t allow me to consume food.

It had such a loud voice I couldn’t hear anything else. Once some of my systems started shutting down due to the lack of food, I started attending an Eating Disorder Group. I sat in a room with women who were double and triple my age. The common thread of their conversation was how they had “learned to live with this demon.”

Right there in that room, in that small circle, God started talking to me….

The God that I was too ashamed to make eye contact with. The God that I knew I had disappointed once again. That God. He came in found me in the side room of a dilapidated office building.

“This is NOT YOUR STORY!”

“I didn’t go through the torture of the cross so that you could learn to live with this. I did it so you could DEFEAT IT!

I had to push my chair away from the circle. That circle was not for me. I had to walk out of the room. That room was not for me. I had to refuse that story line. That story was not for me.

I was not delivered over night. But I was delivered. Jesus took me through a process of repentance, healing and freedom.

Whatever demon you think you will have to learn to live with… THAT IS NOT YOUR STORY! There is complete freedom in Jesus.