|My Mom and Dad|
They watched me start putting on weight very quickly my sophomore year of high school. Unsure of what was going on with me they scrambled to help me. When all of their attempts failed. . . they prayed. When I was somewhere around 22 years old I began a weight loss program and did pretty well. They were so proud of me. . . I am sure they breathed a sigh of relief. After about a year I started putting all that weight back on, plus some. . . they prayed. When I was somewhere around 25 years old I started another weight loss program that worked for a little while. Once again, they breathed a sigh of relief and once again, when life's stuff hit the fan, I turned back to food and put all the weight back on. . . they prayed. From that point forward, it was a downward spiral. I can only imagine the pain they felt sitting back and watching me slowly kill myself with food. . . but they prayed.
At 35, I began learning what grace really is. . . the Holy Spirit began to move and I was inspired to begin this journey. Their prayers, love, and unending support are part of my success. Thank you, Dad and Mom, for loving me and for praying without ceasing.