Here’s a couple things on faith and fatness that I ran across this past week. Find something fabulous or frown-worthy you think I should see? Leave a comment, use the contact form, or tweet it to me!
I love things that allow me to be physically involved. More than once I’ve woken up before dawn on snowy mornings and grabbed a shovel so that I could clear the path on the sidewalk and drive-way in the crisp, quiet morning. There is something beautiful in seeing the result of your body’s muscles and bones working together to accomplish a job.
We are justified. We are sanctified.
Body, this I promise you: I will not squeeze you, strain you, or compress you to meet an unattainable ideal. I will not wish for another body simply because the world has not yet learned how to embrace your greatness sufficiently.