These. words. actually. came. out. of. my. mouth.
I was getting ready for a doctor's appointment, and I was frantically searching for the "lightest" clothes I own. I have this crazy psychological hang up with people writing down "my number." It's not that I don't know what the number is, I just don't want it written down on paper for the "world" to see. Written down for all eternity in that little file folder.
So, I put on this very summery "light" dress in the dead of winter...with flats of course...you don't want to wear boots....that would just be devastating to "the number." And, as I am looking totally ridiculous, my very down-to-earth husband says to me...."What do you think they are going to do? Publish your weight in the Birmingham News? Nobody cares."
Aha! A voice of reason. That is why God put Colter in my life. To bring me back down to Earth, and tell me when I am acting crazy.
So, as I am thinking about this incident, I am also burdened with guilt over the fact that I actually spent time worrying about this insignificant thing. It plagues me. I think about two of my sweet friends battling cancer and how they fight everyday just to have a healthy body.
It is a daily battle to give your body image issues to the Lord. When you wake up, before you even set foot on the floor, praise Him for your healthy body. Praise Him for your number! If you don't like your number, ask for His help in changing that number or accepting that number. And, most importantly, ask God how you can use your body and all it's numbered glory to praise His name.