Friday Feb 6

Father, I confess I've hated my body more than I've honored it. I've looked in mirrors with disgust, criticized features I didn't choose, compared myself to impossible standards, and treated my body like an enemy that needs to be punished into submission. I've believed the lie that my body

When you pass through deep waters, I'll be right there with you. Rivers won't sweep you away; fires won't consume you. I'm not promising you'll avoid hard times - I'm promising you won't go through them alone. My presence in the storm matters more than the storm's removal. I'm with you.

Job's friends showed up when disaster struck. For seven days, they sat with him in silence, grieving with him (Job 2:13). This was actually beautiful - the ministry of presence, sitting with suffering without trying to fix it. But then they opened their mouths and ruined everything. They o