This season has been difficult.
This season has been difficult.
There are some battles I’ve been fighting quietly. Some things I’ve tried to carry, manage, fix, or push through on my own when, truthfully, I need to hand them over to the Father, the Author and Finisher of my story.
And somewhere along the way, my health took the sidelines.
I’ve spent so much time thinking about responsibilities, work, ministry, family, serving others, and everything else that needs my attention that I haven't given enough attention to something God has also entrusted to me: **my body.**
Scripture reminds us that our bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit. That means taking care of myself isn't selfish. It isn't vanity. It's stewardship.
At 46 years old, I’m dealing with blood pressure that needs my attention. My weight needs my attention. The aches and pains I’ve been experiencing need my attention. These aren't things I want to continue brushing aside while telling myself, “I’ll deal with it eventually.”
Eventually needs to become now....
I'm not sharing this because I'm looking for sympathy. I'm sharing it because this has been a wake up call.
There are areas of my life where I need discipline. There are habits I need to change. There are burdens I need to stop carrying by myself. There are things I need to surrender to God instead of continually trying to control them.
And surrender doesn't mean doing nothing.
I can pray and make the doctor's appointment.
I can trust God and change what I put into my body.
I can ask Him for strength and still get up and move.
I can hand Him my anxiety, my struggles, my fears, and the things weighing heavily on me while also taking responsibility for the choices that are mine to make.
Faith and action can walk together.
The same God I trust with my ministry, my family, my future, and my eternity is the God I need to trust with me.
Maybe that's part of what this season is teaching me.
I don't have to have everything figured out today. I don't have to transform overnight. But I do need to stop ignoring the warning lights.
So this is a line in the sand for me.
A decision to take my health seriously.
A decision to take better care of the temple God has given me.
A decision to surrender the battles that were never mine to carry alone.
A decision to remember that my story isn't finished.
God is still writing.
“Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith…” Hebrews 12:2
Father, help me surrender what I cannot control and give me the discipline to change the things that I can. Help me honor You in my mind, my spirit, and my body. Give me the desire and the strength to take care of what You have entrusted to me.
This isn't a sympathy post.
It's a wake up call. And I'm listening....
There are some battles I’ve been fighting quietly. Some things I’ve tried to carry, manage, fix, or push through on my own when, truthfully, I need to hand them over to the Father, the Author and Finisher of my story.
And somewhere along the way, my health took the sidelines.
I’ve spent so much time thinking about responsibilities, work, ministry, family, serving others, and everything else that needs my attention that I haven't given enough attention to something God has also entrusted to me: **my body.**
Scripture reminds us that our bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit. That means taking care of myself isn't selfish. It isn't vanity. It's stewardship.
At 46 years old, I’m dealing with blood pressure that needs my attention. My weight needs my attention. The aches and pains I’ve been experiencing need my attention. These aren't things I want to continue brushing aside while telling myself, “I’ll deal with it eventually.”
Eventually needs to become now....
I'm not sharing this because I'm looking for sympathy. I'm sharing it because this has been a wake up call.
There are areas of my life where I need discipline. There are habits I need to change. There are burdens I need to stop carrying by myself. There are things I need to surrender to God instead of continually trying to control them.
And surrender doesn't mean doing nothing.
I can pray and make the doctor's appointment.
I can trust God and change what I put into my body.
I can ask Him for strength and still get up and move.
I can hand Him my anxiety, my struggles, my fears, and the things weighing heavily on me while also taking responsibility for the choices that are mine to make.
Faith and action can walk together.
The same God I trust with my ministry, my family, my future, and my eternity is the God I need to trust with me.
Maybe that's part of what this season is teaching me.
I don't have to have everything figured out today. I don't have to transform overnight. But I do need to stop ignoring the warning lights.
So this is a line in the sand for me.
A decision to take my health seriously.
A decision to take better care of the temple God has given me.
A decision to surrender the battles that were never mine to carry alone.
A decision to remember that my story isn't finished.
God is still writing.
“Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith…” Hebrews 12:2
Father, help me surrender what I cannot control and give me the discipline to change the things that I can. Help me honor You in my mind, my spirit, and my body. Give me the desire and the strength to take care of what You have entrusted to me.
This isn't a sympathy post.
It's a wake up call. And I'm listening....
