Which, can we real-talk for a minute? I know I sound stupid sometimes when I blog. I use silly words and I totes abbreve things that totes dont need to be abbreeved because as much as I love vocabulary, I also love silly. IRL (in real life) I talk this way, but I also use words that no one else (usually) uses, but that are words and I love them because they are the most accurate description of what I’m trying to communicate (like idiosyncratic, apotropaic, hemogeneity), but I don’t use those words as much on the blog.
Anyway, when I say “I have my peeps,” i realize that it’s silly and PROBS, no one in even 5 years will even understand or they will think, “This chick is three brick short of a barrel,” and I’ll say, “You’re right, I don’t always properly use idioms.” :) And smile because, when I blog, I try to write exactly as I think. And that is a funny if somewhat (always?) confusing way.
So. I have my peeps.
And what I mean about that is I am feeling SO appreciative for the people in my life. I originally started to write a post about how working out and eating better is going, and I realized that some people might be concerned because, as I’ve openly talked about, for many years I struggled with disordered eating and distorted self-image. And sometimes changes and goals related to “health” can be a masked dive back into murky waters for people who have had these struggles. So i thought, “Oh dang, I’ll have to specify that this is not a cry for help.”
But I didn’t want to indicate that I no longer cry out for help.
Let me tell you, pplfriends, healing from certain issues and periods of success over struggles doesn’t make me perfect: it makes me aware of and better able to fight those struggles and issues.
So it is NOT that I “dont cry out for help” and definitely NOT that I don’t need to.
It’s that now, I know how.
Cause…. I have my peeps.
I know who to call or text or email and when, and I do.
When I’m tempted to not eat.
When I’m tempted to believe the lies of the enemy.
When I don’t want to obey the Lord.
When I don’t want to do things my own way, to get the results I want.
WHEN I am hurt, confused, depressed, out of sorts, unsure, lonely, or scared. I cry out for help.
And WHEN I don’t have the strength on my own to cry out to the Healer, I call my peeps, who intercede on my behalf.
When I can’t walk to calvary, they carry me.
When I can’t turn my eyes to the heavens, they lift up my head.
When I won’t acknowledge my sin for what it is, they graciously hold it up in front of my face.
So while I WON’T (God willing) ever do it via social media (because in my opinion it’s not an effective avenue for true healing with struggles like that, but rather a great place to dialogue once I’ve gotten things a little more stable), I absolutely DO cry out for help.
And I have my peeps. And they answer my cries.