Being perfectly imperfect
I can't believe what the scale told me last night. It was very mean to me. I haven't seen it in a while and as soon as I did it, it immediately told me that I was fat and ugly. Did the scale do that to you too? I'm not shocked. Usually when we try to stay away from him that means that we are playing hide and seek and you can't always win at hide and seek especially when your jeans are telling you that you better run to base before he catches you.
So in my attempts to tell the scale that he is not going to tell me who I am and what to feel about myself I start searching somewhere else for some real truth about who I am. If you haven't read my blog about Remember Who you Are maybe you should. It will give you some insight into my struggle with body image. I've struggled with it most of my life but I felt God give me some truths a few months ago and he continues to open my eyes.
Truth be told I ultimately feel better when I exercise and do not overindulge myself on any type of food whether it is healthy food or not (you can get full on healthy food too). I feel stronger, more alert and creative.
After the scale was mean to me my husband said to me in an effort to help me feel better (cause that's what good husbands do) he said, "Let's go outside and go for a walk or go punch something!", grudgingly I said okay. As we were on our walk I realized that God not only made my strengths but he also made my weaknesses. He also made my inability to be 100% okay with my body image at all times and that's okay. God doesn't make junk.
When I went to bed last night I was fearful that I was going to wake up and down myself for weighing what I do. Surprisingly, I got up, looked in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and thought, "I look good and I feel good so why am I downing myself?"
I wrote out my prayer to God like this I praise you for reminding me who I am! I am yours. I am wonderfully complex and perfectly imperfect and that's the way you made me and you don't make junk! You even made the parts of me that I view as weak. I thank you and praise you for my weaknesses because they draw me to look to you. I find my perfectness in you Father. I praise you for that truth! How can I possibly be down on something you created and said it was good? I am a woman of you! A woman of God!
This truth is true for you too! One of my favorite Psalms is Psalms 139. To save you the trouble of clicking on a link here are the best parts of this Psalms: verse 13 you made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous-how well I know it. Verse 17: How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. If you'd still like to read it, click here.
God is always reminding me of Who I am! I am his and I am perfectly imperfect and so are you! I am going to choose to continue to find my identity in him and give him my hand as he leads me in his divine design.
Divinely designed and dancing with him,
~Elizabeth
So in my attempts to tell the scale that he is not going to tell me who I am and what to feel about myself I start searching somewhere else for some real truth about who I am. If you haven't read my blog about Remember Who you Are maybe you should. It will give you some insight into my struggle with body image. I've struggled with it most of my life but I felt God give me some truths a few months ago and he continues to open my eyes.
Truth be told I ultimately feel better when I exercise and do not overindulge myself on any type of food whether it is healthy food or not (you can get full on healthy food too). I feel stronger, more alert and creative.
After the scale was mean to me my husband said to me in an effort to help me feel better (cause that's what good husbands do) he said, "Let's go outside and go for a walk or go punch something!", grudgingly I said okay. As we were on our walk I realized that God not only made my strengths but he also made my weaknesses. He also made my inability to be 100% okay with my body image at all times and that's okay. God doesn't make junk.
When I went to bed last night I was fearful that I was going to wake up and down myself for weighing what I do. Surprisingly, I got up, looked in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and thought, "I look good and I feel good so why am I downing myself?"
I wrote out my prayer to God like this I praise you for reminding me who I am! I am yours. I am wonderfully complex and perfectly imperfect and that's the way you made me and you don't make junk! You even made the parts of me that I view as weak. I thank you and praise you for my weaknesses because they draw me to look to you. I find my perfectness in you Father. I praise you for that truth! How can I possibly be down on something you created and said it was good? I am a woman of you! A woman of God!
This truth is true for you too! One of my favorite Psalms is Psalms 139. To save you the trouble of clicking on a link here are the best parts of this Psalms: verse 13 you made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous-how well I know it. Verse 17: How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. If you'd still like to read it, click here.
God is always reminding me of Who I am! I am his and I am perfectly imperfect and so are you! I am going to choose to continue to find my identity in him and give him my hand as he leads me in his divine design.
Divinely designed and dancing with him,
~Elizabeth
Comments
Post a Comment