After years and years of my life spent in the dressing room with new clothes, it had come to be a real drag.

Following Covid.

Following baby #3 and the extra 50 that screamed as I tried to smush into the jeans…

Following the 30’s, where fat doesn’t melt as easily.

Truth be told, I was angry at her.

Angry because she isn’t perfect.

Angry because she can’t do it like everyone else seems to be able to…

Simply angry at the girl looking back at her for all that she is.

Yesterday I had to bravely dare to enter in again.

Enter in angry and face the facts.

Enter in and get over it for goodness sake.

Because life goes on.

Life is still happening with the extra 50, still happening after Covid.

So I try again…

But this time was different.

I found myself unable to hate the reflection.

I was unable to allow the anger to rise up.

Unable to criticize the extra imperfections that I notice.

Because three years ago, God healed that self-disgust I had towards me.

Because I know that He is with me in every single thing and understands my everything.

Because I know that God purely loves me, and now I can, too.

Because I know and He knows that it’s on the list, workouts and fine tuning…

So if you struggle in the dressing room, cut yourself some slack.

Because when we are in HIM, our future is glory to glory.

Growing with God is going higher, and better and stronger, and never looking back once we put our hand to the plow.