Take Care of Your Body

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My mom yelled at me this morning while we were talking on the phone. Before you start feeling sorry for me, don’t. She was right. (See, Mom. I can admit when I’m wrong!)

Lately, I’ve been having problems with my feet. (Bear with me, I promise there’s a point in all of this.) My feet have been hurting like never before and yesterday they were bluish in color. The answer may be poor circulation, high cholesterol issues, or Raynaud’s syndrome, which would explain why I love my warm and fuzzy socks so much. (The crazy colors are just a wonderful bonus.)

But Mom reminded me that I need to take care of my feet because she had pampered them for years when I was a child; exercising them after I was born with windblown feet to set them right, rubbing lotion on them, pampering them with kisses and Band-Aids when I scraped and cut them. And I’m sure there were countless times of wiggling and tickling my little piggies simply out of love.

She insisted I need to buy a new pair of GOOD walking shoes. (Okay, so my husband has been telling me this, too.) But Mom was reprimanding me because she’d taken responsibility for my young feet, had loved and cared for them before I could. When I was toddling around and banging into things, Mom was there to comfort and care for those bumps and bruises.

And isn’t that just like God? God has been there for me, for YOU, from the very beginning. He knitted us together in our mother’s womb in a miraculous and wonderful way. He watched over us, lovingly whispered to us, and has kept us safe in ways we are oblivious to on this side of eternity.

But now that we’re older, what are we doing with those bodies He knitted together? Are we abusing them? Forbidding times of rest because our to-do list is unrolling and stretching out the door? Are we stuffing them full of garbage because we don’t have the time, we don’t make the time, to fix the healthy stuff so we grab what’s fast and easy? Or are we passing on exercise because we just don’t feel up to it? How can we when we’re surviving on imitation cheese slices and bananas? (Side note: That used to be my actual breakfast many years ago.)

Take this little post as God “yelling” at you today, my friend. Lovingly, He is yelling at you and me. (Don’t feel bad, this is the second time I’ve been yelled at today!) We need to take care of our bodies, these gifts He meticulously knitted and crafted. He planned and worked together how you and I were going to look, the feel of our skin, the radiance and the blend of colors in our eyes, the texture of our hair. And He designed our bodies to work in ways I can’t even begin to comprehend. What right do we have to take the miracle of our bodies and frown upon them, viciously abuse them, or just blatantly ignore their needs?

We don’t have the right when we realize: They are His vessels to use, too.

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” (Psalm 139:13 NIV.)

 “Don’t you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself, for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body.” (1 Corinthians 6:19-20 NLT.)

“My child, don’t reject the Lord’s discipline, and don’t be upset when he corrects you. For the Lord corrects those he loves, just as a father corrects a child in whom he delights.” Proverbs 3:11-12 NLT.)

 

Cardboard Box

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I felt led to revisit this old post and share it again.  Perhaps I’m not the only one who needs this today.

If you’re following God’s plan for your life, Satan, the enemy of your soul, is going to attack you in any way he can.  He wants to discourage you, squeeze you into a place of depression like a smelly cardboard box, and fill your head with lies about you and your future.  Remember, lying is not only what Satan does, it’s who he is.

But God is with you, and He never lies.  He said He’ll never leave you so hold that promise in your heart and visit it as often as you need to.  You’re not alone.  You’ve never been alone.  You may feel like it, but that’s part of the box, the trap the enemy has set for you.  If you feel alone, you’ll act desperately.  You’ll do things you know you shouldn’t do.  You’ll go somewhere you shouldn’t go or try to reconnect with someone God told you to stay away from.  What you think is a punishment or harsh discipline may instead by God’s hand protecting you.  He has so much more for you.  Don’t go after what He doesn’t want you to have.

But if you’ve fallen into the trap, if the enemy has already tricked you into that box, call out to God.  Just whisper the glorious, powerful name of Jesus.  Let His name come from your lips and flow from your spirit in adoration and trust, and He will come to you and rip that box to shreds!  Then you’ll rise from those scraps to sing praises to Him, slide around on the kitchen floor in your socks, run outside and let the rain fall on your face, and shout with joy because victory is yours through Jesus!

Then you can just toss what’s left of that box out to the trash.

“Submit yourselves, then, to God.  Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”  (James 4:7 NIV.)