Yesterday one of my fellow congregants asked me
"Are you losing weight?"
"Yes." I said. Then I started to walk away. Not in a rude way, but in a 'I don't think I am really ready to talk about this' way.
My biggest fear around dropping weight is that I worry I'll get cocky... which is the kiss of death. I need to stay humble and open to God at every turn. I need to offer my successes and failures to him. I need to honor that without him, I can do nothing. But even at church it would be hard to fit all that into a 10 second sound byte conversation as I am heading to my pew.
And then there's Lent. And before it, Shrove Tuesday, which involves copious amounts of pancakes. (Maybe I'll bring eggs.)
I will be leaving my baggage at the door as I head in to church on Wednesday. I'll take only the clothes on my back and the love in my heart as I head out into the desert with the one I love.
Without him, I am nothing.
With him, nothing is impossible.
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I will be leaving my baggage at the door as I head in to church on Wednesday. I'll take only the clothes on my back and the love in my heart as I head out into the desert with the one I love.
I love this Rachel. Thank you for sharing these important thoughts. I will be mindful to leave my baggage at the door as well.
hi, happened upon yr blog after a google word search, must confess to being fascinated by yr seeking heart... makes for a v thoughtful blog. also was amused cos came across "Zimbabwean allelujahs" in a prev post, and i happen to be from Zim :) be blessed.
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