Someone told me not to long ago that in order to really determine what your legs will look like when you're older, you should take a look at your grandma's legs.
That. Ain't. Pretty.
|Stop right now! That is just so sassy!|
It's hard to read a recipe blog and walk faster than a turtle on a treadmill with BET playing silently at eye level.
But after I almost fell off and before I started reading Oh She Glows, I made do with a few minutes of unbearable silence by complaining. To God. About my legs.
I've either got cojones or I'm stupid.
I'm going with the former.
I wish I could say that a beautiful verse came to mind, or I was immediately at peace after unloading my thoughts, but that wasn't the case this time. My heart wasn't willing to give up the fight, and it was sealed off from feeling any peace over my legs.
But a few days later, during my morning quiet time, I came across a devotional in Jesus Calling by Sarah Young that reminded me I need a big change in perspective.
It was all about having a thankful heart.
At first, I thought thankful heart, schmankful heart--who can be thankful over this?
But as I considered the turmoil I was feeling over my veins--my projections into the future, my assumptions that I could no longer be considered attractive--I realized that my heartitude was just vile. I wasn't being thankful for anything, only complaining about what I don't have--perfect, vein-free legs (I guess I'd be dead if they were free of veins, but you know what I mean).
I have lots to be thankful for.
I can walk.
I can teach classes.
I can run.
I can bend and stretch and lay down and stand up and sit down and kneel and squat and lunge.
And that's only with my legs.
Having a thankful heart can bring about a peace in life that is like no other, because it shifts my perspective from just myself to the world around me.
And for someone who tends to think only of herself, that's a huge shift.
A heart at peace gives life to the body,
but envy rots the bones.
I'm thankful for my legs.
Hey--it's a start.:)