I am in a season where I truly value friendship. Not surface level connection. Not fake agreement. Not the kind of friendship where you just nod, smile, and say, “That’s right girl,” even when you know they are completely in the wrong. I’m talking about real friendship. The kind where you can be honest. The kind where truth is spoken, even when it’s hard and uncomfortable.

Have you ever had a disagreement in a relationship where things didn’t end peacefully? Maybe it was in a marriage, a friendship, or within your family. Perhaps something was said, feelings were hurt, and instead of working through it, both people simply kept moving forward. Maybe there was a quiet shrug of the shoulders and a thought like, “I didn’t do anything wrong.” Or maybe even, “Well, they should be the one to call me.”

Over the years, I’ve intentionally invited God into my eating. And gently He began pointing out how certain foods had become substitutes for Him. When I was hurt, I ran to salty chips instead of God. When I was stressed, offended, or overwhelmed, I reached for cookies and sodas instead of asking the Lord to heal me at the root.