My body is fearfully and wonderfully made by God Himself.
My body is meant to serve my spirit, not the other way around.
My body houses my spirit and enables me to be able to go wherever the Spirit of God leads me.
Matthew 6:26 (NIV) tells us something important. Birds are free from the obsessive behaviors we get entangled in. God didn’t make the birds that way, He made them free to flit and fly wherever their hearts led them. He made us to be even more gloriously free. Are you not of more worth than the birds? Yes! We are far more valuable. Perhaps that is why so many people love to go bird watching. We use our binoculars and love seeing all the minute details on their precious little wings. I love hummingbirds because they can stand still in mid air and even fly backwards. Wow! I’m more valuable than that to the Creator.
In Luke 12 it talks about how glorious the flowers are. Yet not one of them has ever been arrayed like me. (or you either!). Think for a moment with me about the flowers. They bloom exactly where they are planted, don’t they? They look so pretty, in fact, some are very beautiful. They freely spread their fragrance to all who pass by. If a petal or two drop off, they don’t worry. It’s okay, because they can rest assured that they will regenerate new petals in their place. Without a moment of worry, they maintain their beauty and form. Should the gardener come along and lop off the stem, it’s not the end. First of all, that pretty flower will most likely be displayed in a glass vase for all the household to admire. And if that’s not enough, that stem that was cut off has the power to re-grow a new, more lush stem and blooms. It doesn’t fret or become concerned, because it knows inherently that it is made in the image of it’s creator. It knows it has the power to regenerate life. As long as it has soil and water and sun, it’s little roots can go deep into the environment and produce more new life. It knows that to die means more new life. More plush, more numerous, more fragrant and more beautiful life always comes from death.
As I relate this to myself and my body, there is much promise. Wherever He sends me or leads me, I need my body to carry me there. I need my ears to hear and my mouth to speak. I need every part of my body to complete any task He assigns to me. I cannot release my spirit and float anywhere. That’s absurd, you say, and I agree! But as we acknowledge this, it brings responsibility to light. It takes action on our part to walk in agreement with truth. It means that it’s time we each place a high value on our body. It means it’s time to respect it and to care for it.
Occasionally I watch the television show, “Hoarders, Buried Alive.” Prior to being set free from food, diet and body obsession, I’d say watching the program made me feel better about myself. I thought their obsessions were worse than mine. On the show, people experienced a trauma in their life and turned to stuff to numb their pain and fill their emptiness that resulted from their trauma. Rather than face the excruciating pain and find healing on the other side, they chose to fill up their houses from floor to ceiling with their many possessions. They went garage sailing and bargain hunting, anywhere they could find a good buy. And instead of purchasing one or two, they felt compelled to buy twenty or more. Soon one room was filled and they would move on to the next one, packages in hand, to begin filling it floor to ceiling too. They did this until every room in their house was full and moving was nearly impossible. It was a daily challenge just to safely navigate from one room to another without tripping and getting hurt. God forbid a fire ever broke out! It becomes totally unsafe and a health hazard as rodents and mold take free reign. Still these people were powerless to change their compulsions. They would continue to live in those conditions until a neighbor or family member intervened and brought help on the scene. Then it turn into a reality show and published for all to see and be shocked by.
When I look back on my life, to the years I was obsessed, I was just as guilty as these enslaved people. Thank God I was not put on public display for all to see and judge. But wait, I was on display, wasn’t I? My body displays me. It’s the first thing others see when we meet. Because I filled my house (my body) to the point of overflow (just a nice way to say fat) it was hard to get around. Bending down became uncomfortable, climbing stairs was difficult, you can just forget about hiking or climbing outdoors, heck, even breathing was strenuous. I didn’t care enough about my appearance to take the time to tend to small details. I was run down, tired out and filled up from head to toe. I was a food hoarder! I avoided certain events socially, and when I did go, I carried my shame in my back pocket. All my layers of fat and food acted as a protective layer from people and more pain and trauma. And just like the people on the show, I was isolated, lonely and very sad about this. Even though I was a strong Christian for many years, had a wonderful spouse and family, job and ministry….this area eluded me. This area stumped me and defeated me. I was constantly getting tripped up, just like those hoarders walking around in their house.
Let’s go back to the birds and the flowers again. That is how God, the Creator, sees His creation. He treasures me and loves me just as I am. I am made in His image and therefore am beautiful and worthy of loving care. I think the birds and flowers are so wonderful, especially in Springtime. He says I am more wonderful. Wow! As I have spent the last year and a half learning and growing in Thin Within and Hunger Within, I have renewed my old ugly, negative self-image to God’s image of me. He is doing exactly what He promised. He is transforming me into a new creature. 2 Corinthians 5:17 has taken on a new meaning for me this season of my life with Thin Within.
“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature; old things have passed away, behold all things are made new.”
A new me. That is amazing, Lord! I am so in awe of You. You are finally free to transform this part of my life, as I learn to surrender to you more fully each day. I can finally see myself through the eyes of TRUTH. The enemy doesn’t get to devour me any longer. Please, dear Lord Jesus, take my heart and set your seal upon it so that I will never stray. Let your Holy Spirit convict me freely, should I ever begin to believe the lies again. And may my pledge be to renew my mind every day according to Romans 12.
So, how about you? How do you see your body? Do you need a new vision from God and a new plan to care for and love your body? What will that require of you? When will you believe?