Can I get an Amen?
I went to the doctor for my physical on Monday. As you know, I've been working on loving my shape and not worrying so much about what I look like for like the past year and a half. However, all my confidence and I'm-beautiful-no-matter-what-my-weight-is went straight out the window when the nurse said those five little words women around the world dread:
Step on the scale, please.
You'd better believe I was shedding shoes, jacket, and emptying pockets before I stepped on that wretched scale. As I watched the digital scale quickly (too quickly if you ask me) rise, my confidence dropped like a penny falling from the top of the Empire State Building.
And to add insult to injury, the nurse rounded up.
In my opinion, six-tenths of a pound makes no difference on the chart. Round down, woman! But the 3rd grade math student within wouldn't allow her to directly defy a math rule, and since anything over 5 must be rounded up, we round up. No compassion.
I was staring at my weight written in black and white like it was a snake getting ready to jump off the page and bite me.
How does one simple number have such a huge impact on me? Why do I allow that number affect my mood, my confidence and why do I allow it to define who I am?
Does it really define me?
Once again, I turn to Scripture so I can get my bearings about me. Without a lighthouse, ships can get lost during a storm, and I'm the same way. Scripture is my lighthouse, my safety net, my voice of truth. And when I'm swaying in the wind and my confidence is shaky, I need a firm foundation so I can stand strong once again.
Because beauty isn't just about being pretty. It's about being strong. Confident. Smart. Secure. Courageous.
Am I strong, confident, smart, secure and courageous enough to dismiss a lie and believe the truth?
But we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed,
but of those who have faith and preserve their souls.