Choosing Wrong Forks. And Second Chances.

Uncomfortable, angry or crying onAna’s shoulder is how I spent the Fork retreat. It’s the best thing that could have happened to me. The retreat was really called “Friendship Feast.” But I can never remember it that way. Forks were everywhere—giant posters, speakers’ messages about feeding yourself the right spiritual food. There was even an envelope you were supposed to open if you felt negative at any point, which contained encouraging wisdom and a plastic fork. Were they reading my mind, or what? The particular thing I was struggling with at that time was overeating. I knew God had been asking me to eat healthy and lose weight and was just not able to do it. I even realized I was turning to food for comfort instead of trusting in the Lord to be my joy and strength. I’d been feeling really dry for a long time, as if I was living in a desert. I was a Christian but couldn’t feel any joy in my life anymore. Now all these forks everywhere. Could choosing the right spiritual food really be connected, for me, to how I ate? Just a few weeks before that retreat, I woke up sick of myself being stuck in overeating; so sick I admitted the whole problem to a godly woman at church, told her I was powerless to control it and needed her to pray for me. I prayed and told God I was done, could not do it—He’d have to do it and I did not even know what to do about it or how. That awful point was actually the beginning...