I’ve been a faithful exerciser for more than 20 years. Almost without fail, I have gone to a gym, grabbed the dumbbells at home, hit the pool, gone for a run, taken a class or jumped rope—six days a week. As such, I know what it means to “listen to your body,” but that’s easier said than done.
Whether it’s at the track, in the gym or the privacy of my living room, a little voice often whispers in my ear: “Just an other 10 minutes, your back won’t hurt tomorrow—I’m sure of it.” Or, “Just tie your sneakers and go, forget that your heel has bugged you for weeks. Do you want the rest of the runners to think you’re a wimp?” One more, “Did you hear her say that she’s training for an Iron Man? You better up your game!”
In the world of workouts, I call that little voice “competition,” and he’s not always healthy. He’s gotten me injured and he’s gotten me irritated with others. He’s fed my pride and leveled my self-esteem. Listening to my body is so much harder than listening to the voice of competition.
At the risk of comparing my mortal body to the Holy Spirit, I wonder: is listening to my body isn’t similar to trying to listen to the Holy Spirit?
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Many people might discount a miracle that saved an animal’s life. But I believe Scripture indicates that God has interest in, compassion for, and often purposes for all of creation.
Before God made Eve to be Adam’s perfect match, He brought each of the animals to him. One by one, He allowed Adam to name in the animals (Genesis 2:20), sparking a unique symbiotic relationship between man and beast before sin entered the world. But, when man sinned, the curse fell on all of creation (Romans 8:19-21), and after the flood, God declared that the fear of man would fall upon animals (Genesis 9:2). Sin broke more than God’s relationship with man; it damaged all of creation.
Over five years ago, I was emerging for the second time from the bowels of anorexia. My husband was on his third deployment with the Army and our marriage was on the rocks. We’d bought a house in Washington State, near his duty station, but far from family. I felt discouraged, lonely, anxious, hopeless and angry. But then God made me Brave.
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Okay, maybe that sounds a little strong, but as I read Billie Jo’s post on The Bottom Line, I felt chastened by God. The best part though, is that the chastening proves how personal God is. He’s always aware of my heart, always speaking, always knowing.
Proof positive, here’s a direct quote from my journal on Monday:
“Beloved One, do not count my snow a curse–not even an inconvenience. Surrender to it. Drink its beauty. It will not last forever–like another, rarely seen facet of my personality, how I interact with my children. Recall Eden? The edict of rest, the imposed seasons from the very beginning? Isn’t the accumulation amazing? Even I am thrilled and pleased with how the tiniest freckles of winter can quickly swallow the landscape, disguising stumps and veiling steps and holes. Give me thanks in all things, my daughter!”
And then … I read this:
Exchange Winter Weariness for Crystal Treasures
Lamb of mine.
Once I stepped into your time.
Never before had I curbed my power
Paid homage to a ruthless hour.
Beneath the burden of your yesterdays
And the looming knowledge of my own tomorrow,
I wept, I laughed and I shared your sorrow.
You cringe with ending, each night a mystery.
Does life await with next sun’s warmth?
I once inhaled the fog of death.
But of my own, breathed out life-breath.
In my plan of beginnings, life’s fruit a bounty
I first exhaled life’s breath.
I watched the lungs I gave to you
Take it in! I smiled
All true and new.
Take it in and begin
With nothing to prove.