I gave a seminar on eating disorders. I prayed about it and I prepared. But as I looked into the audience my words felt like dust.
I saw a roomful of hurting people I wanted to help. But I don’t think I did.
I couldn’t answer all the questions.
How eating disorders feel for men.
What to do with a child who won’t eat.
How to teach a girl that she is beautiful.
I couldn’t guarantee that those who asked for support would get it.
I couldn’t say how you help a friend who won’t admit there’s something wrong.
I couldn’t say anything except that the gospel is powerful.
But it didn’t feel like enough.
I walked out of the seminar and into a pit. So I’m heading back to the throne room to get patched up.