Does God care if you are "Bikini Ready"?

c1135aad1483abf927a1d7273e2d688fWhere is God in all of this body changing business? He is right here with me.  Inside of me, around me, for me, proud of me, accepting me just as I am, but believing that I can do more than I imagine.

Faith and fitness don’t seem like compatible concepts.  But for me, they are.

When I get down, when I worry, when I wonder if I am “living up to my potential”, He is there.  My ever-so-gentle Coach of all Coaches comes alongside me and reminds me:  you are just enough as you are.

This unconditional acceptance of my current condition gives me peace.  It reminds me to accept me, right now as I am even if I am NOT living up to some trumped-up notion of my potential.

He has plans for me that don’t involve boot camps, bikini photos, noticeably outlined abs or single-digit clothing sizes.

So then why change at all?  Why not go on about my donut-gorging, couch-hugging, Netflix-binging way?  Because He wants (or so He tells me in a couple of verses in His Book) abundant life for me, joy and peace.  He doesn’t want me wrasslin’ myself to the ground with a bunch of made up standards, but instead, He wants me to Auntie Mame-it:  that is to LIVE LIVE LIVE!

He wants me to feel free, feel the freedom from oppression (self-induced or otherwise), in whatever way that is relevant to me. Sometimes that means I hang from a trapeze bar, or racing my dog down the driveway on my rollerblades.  Sometimes that means giving myself a break from the gym and getting some extra rest (and perhaps a Netflix or two).

Not that I could possibly ever know the mind of God, but I think He cares a lot less about the size and shape of our container, than the soul that is inside.

When I grab that trapeze bar and pull myself up and think about how I spent the last two years getting stronger, learning about myself that I can do the seemingly impossible, that I built resilience and learned to conquer my inner objections.  THAT’s what He wants for me.

When I feel the breeze blowing in my hair and I wobble just a bit as my skate wheel rolls over and crushes pecan hull, throwing me off balance for just a moment, and then…NO, I don’t fall down.  I realize I have better balance.  I am capable.  I am confident.  THAT’s what He wants for me.

Not fear, freedom.  Freedom from the barriers that I once saw for myself.  Freedom to be me.  Freedom to rediscover me.  Freedom to redefine me.

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