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Iron Rod


by: mish@eatingjourney.com

When your life is crazy that’s when you think that you can’t handle anymore.

I don’t know about you, but I think that JBS is one of the most amazing women I have ever met. She knows her faith, loves her family, never gives up hope to help her kids and is always loving on other people. She has written about her struggles and her weight on my blog.

Throughout my own journey of healing from a pretty crap relationship and then binge eating and weight gain I have come to the realisation that my own ability to handle what life throws at me is a heck of a lot more than I thought I could handle. I honestly do believe that after getting over the negative mental state that I was in, letting go of some insecurities and moving into a place of calm I realised something very profound.

I can endure.

Perhaps many of our journeys are ones with horrible stories, awkward stages, heart break, tragedies, abuse, weight gain, lost jobs etc. It is either those stories which hold us into like a snuggled blanket or it’s those stories which give us wings to soar above. I know that sounds a bit eweey-gooey, but in all honesty I truthfully believe that it’s what makes or breaks people.

So I write this piece at this moment to not only take up the amazing ability to guest post here, because JBS does need a break. But what I think her story, my story and your story remind us all of us the in our fragility of our human spirit is an unflappable iron rod of strength. Don’t be afraid to use it.

When did you use your iron rod of strength?

~Mish @ eatingjourney.com

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  1. KarenOctober 28, 2010 at 10:10 AM

    I have been continually impressed with JBS. She has so much more on her plate than I do, than most of us do! And yet she is not only there for her family but for other bloggers too.

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  2. Yum YuckyOctober 28, 2010 at 10:51 AM

    Stuff happens. I get through it. And then I reflect with amazement at how strong I've become. We go from strength to strength. Lately I'm amazed at my patience with extremely difficult people. Even as early as one year ago, my way of handling it (based on a lesser amount of strength) would have been totally different with a bad outcome. Strength Conditioning is more than lifting free weights. teehee

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  3. RiverOctober 28, 2010 at 5:56 PM

    This is the second time I'm reading this post. I don't know how to reply because everthing I'd have wanted to say is already said better than I could :)

    JBS you are an inspiration and God bless you!

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  4. WillpowerOctober 29, 2010 at 2:25 AM

    My Iron rod of strenght is held on one end by me and the other by my Father in Heaven and balanced by my brother Jesus Christ. I could not do anything without them. I think the hardest time I had hanging on was when I lived in the hospital waiting for Jer to get bigger and stronger and come home. I think now of all that JBS faces and I know she will endure but it sure is hard somedays. I love how she reaches out to us all even on some of the craziest of her days and lifts us up so we can hang on to that rod just a bit tighter. And by the way your great Mish for helping her that way.

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