Let’s face it, Mother’s Day sure can be hard to handle when your mom’s not around anymore to share the holiday with. I lost my mom over 4 years ago, and I had always felt a bit glum and moody during this time of year, then I realized it was because I didn’t have any strategies for coping with Mother’s Day without Mom. So here are my 5 strategies to help you actually enjoy the holiday!
Loss is devastating. Grief is enveloping. It’s a feeling like a true punch in the gut, and your very breath is knocked right out of you. If you haven’t known this feeling, chances are you will some day. It’s just a fact of living in this old world. And if you’ve already experienced it, you know exactly what I’m talking about. But. Oh my goodness. But can be a wonderful word. But, the grace of God sustains. He has promised to be with us and give us peace. Lasting peace. Here are the 4 ways I was able to cope with loss and grief, and to find rest in Jesus when I had none of my own.
[Continued from Part 2] I remember at the beginning of it all, I looked in the mirror and said, “I don’t want to be fat anymore.” So I lost a little weight. Then I looked in the mirror and said, “I want to be skinny.” So I lost some more weight. Then I looked in the mirror and said, “I need to be bony.” So I lost even more weight. Then I looked in the mirror and said, “I don’t want to be fat anymore.”
[Continued from Part 1] I had no idea what I wanted to “be” when I grew up. And apparently I was supposed to have already figured that out. My parents weren’t college graduates, but I was strictly expected to be. It was not even a question. I knew I would have to go to college, but all I could imagine was that it would be like high school, except worse. So I made no move to even think about going. I had just finally gotten free from school, are you kidding me? The stress of being expected to do something with myself plus the ignorance of how to go about it weighed on me. And I slowly started to starve myself.
My battle with an eating disorder was hard-fought, but ultimately I came away with a message of hope and victory. Here’s my story of how I beat anorexia. And whatever you’re facing today, you can come out victorious too.
When I was growing up, I was always the little one. Teachers would call me nicknames like Little Bit. At physical fitness tests, my weight was always the lowest. These were things I took note of even as young as 2nd grade. Because people always commented how tiny I was, I began to see it as something positive.