"How's your diet going?" Before my mind could muster up some Christianese answer like, "God is good all the time." or "You know, it is well with my soul." my flesh spoke for me, "It sucks and I hate my life." Ugh. I hated typing those words as much as you probably hated reading them. Words so ungodly I feel the shame of them even now. They uncover what lingers in my heart: discontentment.

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