Half-Way Point

The year is half over. Already. Wow! It’s still June officially as I write this, but nearly July, in just an hour and a half it will be so. Time flies the older one gets. It really does.

This new month of July marks big things. DH turns 40 and I turn another year older as well, but a year behind DH. It’s a big mark in life to reach another decade level. It’s really freaky. I remember talking to old ladies many years ago, in their 80’s and they’d some say things such as “I still feel like I’m 18 inside”. I sure know how they feel, to the degree that I can now. I recall being young and well, I’m still not old, but not that young any more. I’m still that person though. It’s me inside, I have matured. My body ages, but my spirit while maturing is still just as young and vibrant as I once was outrightly in all aspects.

The body betrays the spirit. But God will one day aright things and for His chosen, reunite our souls with our freshy re-made bodies. How glorifying to God that will be. It’s not yet though.

So we must be in this life as we are. I don’t see the use of doing fantastical things to our bodies to ‘stay young’ surgically and medicinally. I see food and excersice moderately as the right way to go about the body staying alive and as vibrantly young as it can be. Along these lines I group the commercials lately on TV for “Botox Cosmetic”. I shudder at such things. Not my thing, and I just can’t grasp how a woman would want to have junk injected in her like that. It’s so very vain. “Your so vain, I bet you think this post is about you …” ah, it’s not. It’s just about life. And living a Godly life, respecting the body we have, not abusing it, nor aiming to alter it so unnaturally.

I want to glorify God and Enjoy Him forever. That’s the 1st answer in the Shorter Westminster Catechism. It’s what His Chosen should seek.

In this realm I know that I am a woman and have long hair and wear skirts and dresses, not pants. I used to wear pants, but have worn skirts and dresses for a few plus years now. I’m a little person, not exactly 5’2″, not petite, just smaller. I need to do more “working out” and so Dh and I are getting a little machine to aide us in getting our abby places in better shape. This is part of pleasing God, in my mind, not doing it for vanities sake, but for comfort of body, strength of body, fit of clothing, overall wellbeing.

It’s not nice to feel fat, even when you aren’t really “fat” just a bit pooky in the middle. DH is pookier than pooky in the middle. He got bigger with each pregancy I had. I got rid of that in the past, but retained pookiability that I didn’t want after I lost my 4th baby in miscarriage in early 2004. So in the second half of 2005 we hope to work on that stuff and get into better shape, and make our 40’s not so bad, and focus more on Enjoying God, Glorifying Him how He wants us to do so.