Now, don't we all feel at some point like we won't measure up? I think I could write a book about it just in my own life... but that's not what this is about.
Yesterday I joined Weight Watchers. I gasped when I looked at the number they wrote on my card. OH MY... big fat butt! Butt (ha!) I'm hear to tell you, I'm changing that, with the help of God. You see, I've struggled with my weight for as long as I can remember, at least 5th grade.
I sabatoge myself. I hate the way I look, I hate that I don't have as much energy as I'd like (some would say that's crazy), but here's the deal... if I know I'm an emotional eater and I admit that food is an addiction for me, AND I say that I'm a Christian and that God can help us overcome anything (Mark 9:24, Luke 10:19) what does that say about my witness? Don't I want to be different, not just want to be different, but I AM DIFFERENT! I was bought by the blood of Christ, there isn't anything I can't do in Christ, but yet, I sit here, fat rolls and all! It makes me crazy. I know that people say I'm beautiful, but really, I know that YOU believe it, but I don't. Because I know of the ugliness that lies beneath.
So, in small things, I'm going to overcome. And I won't quit overcoming, and I say to myself when I think of that day, in the driveway, wearing white pants "you'll always be fat" ... NO I WON'T. I am an overcomer! I am a conqueror!! It might be small battles in measuring out my peanut butter, in using smaller containers when I transport and prepare my food... I will win, because I will except no other alternative.
Romans 8:37 in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.