How are you this Wednesday night? Don’t know if you’re feeling anything like I am but y’all … I’m tired. Just plum tired. As soon as I got in from work, I kicked off the heels, slipped on the yoga pants and a poofy pink sweatshirt and had to tell you what happened tonight around 4:00ish.
As I drove home, I thought about what all I had eaten today – biscuits and turkey bacon for breakfast, some delicious sausage pinwheels that a coworker made around 9:30, then chicken tenders and fries for lunch, followed by a teeny tiny but very rich chocolate cupcake around 3:00. Now, is there any wonder WHY I feel so blah! No veges. No fruit. Lots of carbs, oh and did I mention….a few tablespoons of honey on my biscuit?
As I drove, I shamed myself. Hardly no water all day and not treating this “temple” like I know to do. So….
I drove right passed our home. Couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I did. Instead of turning down my favorite driveway, my Altima went right on by and went straight to Planet Fitness.
When I walked through the doors with no gym clothes and no gym bag, and dressed in high heels and a long buckled up coat the young man behind the counter looked at me so puzzled and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” I looked him right in the eyes and probably shocked him with what came flying out of my mouth,
“Yes. Yes, you can. I need help. I eat like a 10 year old, sit at a desk for 8 hours 4 days week and all my jeans are protesting to this ridiculous behavior that has to stop! I want to turn myself in to the nearest physical trainer and report to them weekly, no, daily. I’m a mess!”
As soon as I finished my desperate plea for help, that young man gave a little laugh while reaching across the counter to pick up a clipboard. It was obvious I wasn’t the first 40+ year old woman who has bolted into his gym. I thought he would write my name down, but instead he picked up his Bic pen and pointed to a chart. He then looked at me with a huge smile and said, “Well, ma’am, you’re not a mess and I tell you what, here’s our trainer’s schedule and he would love to help you with any of your fitness needs. Based on his availability on this chart, what day and time would work best for you?”
What a saint!
Now, I may have 46 year old eyes, but that chart HAD to have been printed in a font size of 4!! I said, “Sir, what’s your name?” He turned to show me his name tag. “Nick, ma’am.” “Nick, you’re so kind but now I’m going to have to ask you to do me a huge favor.” “What’s that?,” he asked seemingly not having a smidgin’ of a clue what I was about to ask of him. “Would you please read this off to me because I left my glasses in the car and I can’t see a lick of what’s on your cute little chart there.”
We got through the whole signing up process, enjoying a few more laughs, and as I drove back home I knew it was all orchestrated by God for me to be there right at that minute, for there was eternity in it. You see, it is for God’s glory that I take care of my body, the sanctuary of the Holy Spirit, and every minute invested in doing just that…matters. I want to invest my life in being rich toward God and neglecting the care of myself is not being rich toward Him when He has clearly asked, “Don’t you know that your body is a sanctuary of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought at a price. Therefore glorify God in your body.” 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
And to think … God used a young man pointing to a mini-teeny chart with his blue Bic pen to bring that verse right back to my mind. God works in mysterious ways and today He chose to work through … jolly o’ saint Nick!
Are you at this same place in your life, too? Is it time to just dust off all the excuses and start glorifying God with your body?