Like most women, you probably have a life filled with modern-day "idols" that attempt to steal your attention and affection from God. Innocent-seeming idols like chocolate, thighs of iron, and a home that rivals Martha Stewart's. Things you turn to first, before turning to God, when you long for comfort, affirmation, self-worth, or love.
You know that God is the answer to all your needs. But then you have a fight with your husband, and that cheesecake in the fridge starts calling your name. You stay home from a women's retreat because your wardrobe is (literally) from the last century. You desperately wish that your house or hair or kids were as nice as your friend's (or anybody else's).
