I need grace...

for this weekend ahead. Grace to look outside of my struggles with food and exercise to reach out to others that are hurting and fighting battles of their own. It has been a tough week for me emotionally. I don't know if I have lost or gained weight...I just know that either has been hard fought and hard won. I felt like eating most evenings...trying to soothe the dis-ease within...looking to calm the restlessness and shift the acedia.
But there is no room for that this weekend. I need to be present for friends that will come for dinner tomorrow night. We don't know them very well. But, I do know that they are weighed down with the burdens of their lives...tired of trying to figure stuff out...afraid that they are missing something...feeling hounded by nameless, faceless demons. I need grace. Grace that will flow out of me and wash over them...to comfort, soothe, and encourage. There is an enemy....and it isn't food. There is an enemy that seeks to steal our peace and joy...who perches on the edge of our lives looking for a chance to peck away at our souls. But there is a friend...one who sticks closer than a brother(or sister). He is full of grace. I need grace...