I LOST 600 POUNDS
He dropped the weight by finding faith.
I walked toward the front doors of the church that Sunday morning, my legs shaking.
And not only because of my weight, which was still close to 600 pounds even after all the work I’d done. I was nervous. The last time I had gone to church, I felt the stares of other people more than I’d felt anything from the service.
But my mom’s friend Marge had insisted that this new church, Open Arms Community, was different. I got to the door and took a deep breath. In the past year, God had helped me inch closer and closer to showing the world who I was, the Justin hidden under all that weight: funny, caring, easy to like.
You see the real me, Lord, I prayed. Please let these people see me too.
I could never have imagined being here a year ago. Back then I couldn’t take two steps without gasping for breath, much less walk into a church. I was 16 years old and just found out I weighed 799 pounds...read more
