I wake most mornings more tired than when I went to bed the night before. I scrape my hair back into a messy pony tail and gaze at the woman staring back at me in the mirror. I'm learning to glorify God in everything - even my thoughts. So, here is how I choose to see this body of mine.
I'll let you in on the secrets of it's story.....
My hair is messy but washed [almost] everyday. It's the hair of a busy mom who wears it just so that it can be pulled into a hair tie and needs only a blow dryer to be 'styled' for the day.
My green eyes peer back at me, lined with dark circles. The circles that remind me of how hard I work all day long - and sometimes into the night - to assure that my boys are taken care of.
Crows feet outline those dark circles and remind me of how much I laugh - how important I think it is to stop and see the joy in every day.
My shoulders are strong and carry the burdens of those I love.
My hands are wide but strong. Able to care for patients at work, my family and friends, and full of worship. My nails are bitten and my cuticles are rough, but they are a testament to a working, worrying momma!
My 'lady lumps' are small, but nourished 2 beautiful boys into healthy little men. :)
My navel is scarred from a belly-button ring, but it reminds me of my younger days - carefree and bikini clad!
My hips are wide, but have brought two {soon to be 3!} children into this crazy beautiful world.
My hips to mid-thigh are marked like a road map, but the scars remind me of how amazing my body is to stretch and reconstruct to make another being. They're the battle scars of my most amazing accomplishments.
My legs are the strongest part of my body, and have carried me through good times and bad, happiness and tragedy.
My feet are wide and flint-stone like, but they are the support for this whole body. They were made to follow God, and that's just what they do.
My mind is fuzzy and at times forgetful, but God gave me the brains to succeed in school and be a teacher to my children.
My heart has been broken a time or two, but is filled with God's word and bursting with love and truth.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made!
