deep in our hearts we “knew” God couldn’t help us with this area of our lives. It was this negative concept about God we had to change if we were to find recovery. ~ The Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions of Overeaters Anonymous (Kindle Locations 210-211).

I know God doesn’t have time
to worry about where I put the keys
or how much I will weigh if I fast
for a week. He’s way too busy for that.
I know God doesn’t agonize when I fail,
when I do something stupid,
when I fall on my face. He’s got a universe
to run, a world to spin, the big things
all over the globe. How could God care
about what bothers me when it seems
puny, pitiful, even when I think of it,
so surely I can’t pray to him, can’t bother him.
Except I’m wrong. If I quit knowing
everything I just know
and accept the fact he’s not limited,
not distracted, not disinterested…
If I don’t know the things I really don’t know
and don’t handicap God when he needs none,
then I can know God’s love, his care, and how he knows
me.