Saturday, January 21, 2012

Dearest God,

I looked in the mirror after I got off the scale.  I had lost four and a half pounds.  Feeling good about myself with a concerted effort of diet and exercise plus one small piece of my peanut butter fudge a day, I looked again.  I realized I looked different in my own eyes.  It wasn't altogether different because I had dropped weight but because I saw faith in the mirror.

It is hard for me to get on the treadmill.  I don't like walking all that much.  I walk on a safe surface with handlebars because basically I am a klutz.  Outdoors I could trip and fall down.  Goodness knows crazier things have happened like having a heavy cross fall on me and walking into a sharp pencil that got lodged in my toe and slipping on a lone grape in a grocery store and running into Lake Michigan and stepping onto a broken soda bottle bottom.  I've experienced all these. 

The point of my rambling is that I trusted in you to help me optimize my health.  You revealed to me that you were doing your part to help me.  My doctor was doing his part.  It was time to do mine.  Exercise will bring up my very low HDL, continue to stabilize my blood pressure, and give me a healthy heart.  Diet will help bring my triglycerides down and my weight in the normal range. 

I look different when I am trusting you.  I like how I look when I know I am walking with you.  When I fail to do so, I often pick at myself acknowledging that I am not my best self.  I liked what I saw in the mirror today because I like seeing you in myself.

Loving God,
thank you
for your encouragement,
compassionate understanding,
and kindly ways.
Thank you
for challenges
that change me.
Thank you
for loving me
when I
am obstinate,
resistant, or unreasonable.

Love, Andrea