God, Do You Care If I’m Fat?
I sat watching the darkness recede as golden rays peeked through my living room blinds. Unfortunately, golden light mingled with tears made it hard for me to see the scriptures on my screen.
My sleeve was tear-soaked as I tried to get my emotions under control.
“God, I hate food addiction!”. I whispered. “It’s a dirty thief, and the world seems to push it in all of its junk food glory.