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In fact I went to church for about 2 years of my life when I was in about 3rd grade.

Even then I always sat in the front row without the rest of my family right next to the pastor.

I always knew God existed:

That wasn't the problem.

We left that church when the pastor left.

Then, the summer after 7th grade, I began developping anorexia.

I lost 25 pounds by Christmas 1999.

And you know what's funny?

I had prayed that God would help me to lose that weight.

Foolishly, not knowing that would be the very reason I found Him later.

It was January 2000.

On the outside I was fine...

Everyone at school just kept feeding my earthly desires.

"You're so skinny."

"How did you lose all that weight?"

But I was dying on the inside.

I had these fights with my parents almost every night about my sickness...

They insisted I was sick...

I said I wasn't.

Yada, yada, yada.

It was after one of these fights that I was crying at the foot of my bed.

He was the last one I turned to:

Jesus.

I didn't even have to say the prayer right then.

But in my heart, I gave it all to Him.

Told Him that I had lost control.

I knew that the only one who could give me new hope and life was Him.

All of a sudden, it was like another presence filled my heart.

I stopped crying, and I've never been the same since.

2 Corinthians 5. 17 "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation;

the old has gone, the new has come!"

Allison Pura Vida forever