I write this morning with a heavy heart as I contemplate the things the Lord has shown me this morning. This burden is from the fact that I know what I am supposed to do, and yet I do not do it. I am being stubborn and sinful. All I can do is ask the Lord to trust that His ways are the best ways. Regardless, I did want to share what I am reading in hopes that it might encourage and convict others.
I delved back into Calm my Anxious Heart this morning. After reading Psalm 139, the author points out some great things that I had not thought about before. In verse 13 the psalmist says, "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." The author continues to explain that in Hebrew the words "inmost being" represent our desires and longings, essentially our personality. Wow! The Creator of the universe thought about me, and not just my physical form, but my emotional identity, as well.
Then as I continued reading, I got into the sticky goo. In verse 15 the psalmist says, " My frame was not hidden from Thee, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth." The author says it really well, so I will just quote from her, "In Hebrew, the word translated wrought means 'embroidered.' Although no one else could see you, God saw every detail of the formation of your body. As a weaver intricately embroiders colors together to create a beautiful pattern, God knit together your veins, muscles, nerves, and every curve and indentation that is uniquely yours. What tapestry can begin to equal the human fabric?"
If I was to make a list of all the things I liked about my body, it would be a very small list. I could go on and on about the things that disgust me about my body. Unfortunately, this is often a mental habit of mine when I stand in front of the mirror. There are just so many things that, according to the supermodel society we live it, are wrong.
The only way this sinful thought process is going to change is with God's help and conviction. That's all I can ask for this morning.
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