Recently, I saw one of my old students at a track meet. He was on his way to a wrestling match and had all that he needed to be successful: a bag of gear, ample water, and his weight (in Sharpie) on his arm.
Wow, no wonder I never became a wrestler.
I cannot fathom writing my weight on my arm. Not now. Not ever.
I feel judged enough about my weight all the time. Mostly, by me. When I have to enter my weight on the treadmill at the gym, you would think I was entering the PIN numbers to Warren Buffet's personal bank account with all the security I employ: cupped hands, sideways glances, and ninja swiftness.
Numbers do not define me. My value is not limited to digits. I am more than three simple numerals.
And yet, I cringe at the thought of others knowing that information.
"But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”" - 1 Samuel 16:7
Lord, give me your eyes today to see me the way you do. Not the way the scale does.
Amberly
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