Abby Kelly

Abby Kelly

Abby Kelly lives, reads, writes and walks in Columbus, Georgia with her soldier husband. She is most inspired by long walks with her dog, Brave, preferably in places where he can run freely and chase squirrels. Her articles have been published by, 'Tween Girls and God, Believer Life, and other Christian publications. Her book, "The Predatory Lies of Anorexia: A Survivor's Story", is available on Amazon. You can follow her blog at

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I Don’t Want to Look Like an iPhone

Posted on July 24th, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 0 Comments  
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God got on a soapbox this week. It started with a random email devotional from Desiring God ministries. I was curled in bed, determined to read the requisite “good stuff” before diving into the middle of my novel. The article by Tony Reinke was titled, “Six Ways Your iPhone is Changing You.” Under the heading, “We become like what we behold”, Reinke wrote, “What we love to behold is what we worship. What we spend our time beholding shapes our…

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A Prayer so Powerful It Raises the Dead

Posted on July 17th, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 0 Comments  
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It’s a wonder I still believe prayer works. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely do believe prayer is powerful and effective. It can change the course of history. Earth is still spinning 24 hours behind where it should be based on the creation timeline—ever since Joshua asked God to make the sun stand still. Prayer works, but I have personally prayed for many things that never happened, for blessings that never materialized, healing that took forever and sometimes never came….

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The Thorn in My Side

Posted on July 3rd, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 2 Comments  
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I was pretty stoked: God had given me an out! I had discovered the Bible verse that indicated anorexia was something I could struggle with my whole life. Now, that sounds discouraging, but then, as someone who had fought the battle with anorexia for over a decade and continued to lose, it seemed like a welcome release. Perhaps I didn’t need to fight so hard, maybe this was something God had given me; my personal struggle. Maybe God wasn’t going…

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Active Rest

Posted on June 26th, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 0 Comments  
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I’m really good at giving advice. And I’m pretty good at taking it from others. I start to struggle a bit when I know that I need to take my own advice. More accurately, when I need to listen to the voice of the Holy Spirit as He tells me something I don’t want to hear. There are a lot of things going on in my life that I don’t have much control over. Yet, I’m wearing myself out, tangling…

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His Expression

Posted on June 19th, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 0 Comments  
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I remember it like yesterday, but I can’t read his expression any better in my memory than I could 15 years ago. It was somewhere between a mix of frustration, disappointment, reservation, compassion and confusion. We’d covered this ground so many times before, Granddad and I, and he was nearing the point of wondering if things would ever change. Oh please, don’t give up on me, my mind whispered, even as I held back the tears and held my ground—“I’m…

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Lessons From My Failures

Posted on June 12th, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 0 Comments  
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A man stood before God listening intently; he wanted to catch every single word of instruction. “Do you see that boulder there?” God asked. “I created it and placed it exactly there with you in mind. This is your mission, your calling. I want you to push that boulder.” “That’s all God?” The man glanced down at his puny physique and felt a flush of shame redden his cheeks. It doesn’t seem like a very important job, he thought. At…

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Change Must Go Deeper

Posted on May 7th, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 0 Comments  
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C.S Lewis said: “Teachers will tell you that the laziest boy in the class is the one who works hardest in the end. They mean this. If you give two boys, say, a proposition in geometry to do, the one who is prepared to take trouble will try to understand it. The lazy boy will try to learn it by heart because, for the moment, that needs less effort. But six months later, when they are preparing for an exam,…

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Shame: Personal, Permanent, Pervasive

Posted on April 3rd, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 2 Comments  
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It all started with shame. I was ashamed of who I was. No, I wasn’t a terrible person and I never endured much of what other women have that evokes shame. But I wasn’t super smart or super pretty or super athletic or super funny. I was simply plain, run-of-the-mill average. And I was ashamed. For fourteen years, anorexia allowed me to excel at something. No one wanted to compete with me, but I competed with everyone. In my malnourished…

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Welcome Change

Posted on March 20th, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 3 Comments  
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I wanted to write about something different—anything different. But the same hurdles, daily grind and daily graces of yesterday are still facing me today. And it’s from that place of broken melodies, tear-spattered journals and explosive worship-dancing in the kitchen, that all my articles come from. Most of my blog posts and articles for the past eight years tell some portion of my recovery from anorexia, or the lingering pain of a lonely marriage or the sad goodbyes of frequent…

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Shame’s Sneaky Relatives

Posted on March 6th, 2014 by in Chasing Freedom | 0 Comments  
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Shame: “The painful feeling arising from the consciousness of something dishonorable, improper, ridiculous, etc., done by oneself or another:” That’s what says shame is. And, being the lover of words that I am, I knew that. So, I really didn’t think I had a shame problem. But that was before I knew that Shame has a half-sister and two evil step-daughters. I first met False Humility, Shame’s sneaky half-sister when I was a young teenager. I’ve always been average—not…

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