Since becoming an adult, I do everything I can to avoid the F-word.
Wait, wait– not THAT F-word. (This is a Christian blog, for crying out loud! Avoiding THAT word is surely implied.)
This F-word:
FAT.
For some reason, back when He was drawing up plans for heaven and earth, God saw fit to make me struggle with physical fitness. For as long as I can remember, I turned to food when I am stressed. Or happy. Or lonely. Or… you get the picture.
Food and I were BFFs. 2-gether, 4-ever. Until…
About eight years ago, I had a wake up call. Clothes shopping had become a nightmare, because I had minimal choices of what would fit my very, VERY voluptuous badonkadonk.
I couldn’t walk up a single flight of stairs without stopping for a break.
If I ever had to run for my life, I would be seeing Jesus at heavens gate ASAP.
I was very out of shape and extremely unhealthy. So God thumped me between the eyes and told me to do something about it.
But sisters, it has been a long, hard road. I am just now getting to the point where I want to share and talk about it. And I am still not all the way “there.”
I am a gal that is classified as “pretty hardcore.” I am stubborn and strong-willed. So when I set my mind to something, I want to get it done well and fast.
Did I mention this process started EIGHT years ago?
Keep reading over at Wives of Faith for an inside peek of my current journey to trim the spiritual fat.
As I was praying through this post, Hebrews 12:1-3 came to mind:
[ Discipline in a Long-Distance Race ] Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we’d better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!
As we part, remember: We are not defined by the number on a scale or the size of our jeans. We are defined by who we are in Christ.
And Christ brings us freedom from spiritual fat to ALL of us more and more every single day.
Fit in Him,
Linking up today with Kelly, Laura at Playdates with God, Joan’s Beauty in His Grip, Jen over at Soli Deo Gloria Sisterhood, and Hazel via Tell Me a Story. Be sure to join our #EverydayJesus link-up community right here at 7 Days Time every Thursday!
