|Me, this June|
He told her that God had designed her body to please her future husband. So when she complained against her body, she was saying God didn't know how to give good gifts! Now I realize some of you out there might object to the idea of a woman's body belonging to her husband, but the Bible is clear that not only does her body belong to her husband, but her husband's body belongs to her!
"The wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does. And likewise the husband does not have authority over his own body, but the wife does." -1 Corinthians 7:4
I was reminded of this while I was on the phone with Ryan the other day. I'd gone into the bathroom to wash my hand on the way out I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Our medicine cabinet mirror is really three mirrors. When closed, they create one, but one of the doors was slightly ajar. The effect created had my right and my left side an inch or so closer than they normally were; I looked instantly slimmer! I smoothed out my shirt and preened with a sigh and said to Ryan, who couldn't see it, "I wish I was skinnier."
|Me, 4th of July|
Instantly I remembered the insight my friend had shared from God back in college as I laughed and thanked God in my head. Ryan and I have had talks about our bodies many times. And he'd be okay with it if I lost weight, if I felt I needed to... but he'd also be just as happy if I stayed just as I am.
And I thought of all those years before I met Ryan, when I'd bewail my body. Admittedly, there were also times I was perfectly happy with the way I looked and felt. It's been a mixed bag. Whenever I'd feel good about myself, people would waggle an eyebrow when I took an extra cookie or I'd see guys check out every girl I was with and not glance in my direction and all my good feelings would be gone.
I also worried about losing the weight when I was single. Because what if I did find a guy, but a guy who'd only have been interested in me skinny? I'd not want him then. Because who I am wouldn't change with my waist size, and any man who wouldn't want me when I was large didn't deserve me when I was smaller. So I didn't worry about driving off the man of my dreams with my weight, but instead worried if I lost it I'd attract a loser who'd lie and say he'd have liked me before.
For the same reason I didn't try to be a 'bbw' (big beautiful woman) and meet men who had a thing for large women. Because I wouldn't mind losing weight. What if I did and the man I loved didn't like me then?
Instead, I kind of always figured the man for me would be a man who'd look past my body and see the real me, a being who transcends it...
It didn't occur to me that I'd find a man who delighted in my body. That had seem preposterous, I guess because myself I basically overlook my body except a few nice features. I don't delight in it; how could anyone else?
But Ryan does. I'm just his type! I thank God for this, because He made me and He made Ryan and He knew we were meant for each other. I love Him, God, thank you.
You give good gifts.