ME workout with a personal trainer? Are you kidding? Warning: if you use your imagination, the contents in this devotion may cause you to laugh so hard you may wet your pants…well never mind. His name was D-Rock and can I be candid? He looked just like something off of a butter commercial. Young, dark eyes, tan, and yes he had a six pack. You could see it right through his t-shirt along with the muscles on his arms, legs, and even around his ankles! I was well over 40 and it was obvious that my body had been drooping in places I never knew it could possibly droop! And then there was Spanx (ughhh, never worked for me) that just squishes it all out!! Determined to slow down the aging process I relentlessly called him up and scheduled an appointment. That first night he worked out muscles I never even knew existed, all the while I was trying to act refined by sucking in my stomach tightly and holding everything as upright and in place as I could. I thanked him and headed straight for the bathroom. PROBLEM, I couldn’t squat!! Frustrated, I got in the car & headed home.
An hour later I found myself lying on an emergency room table with my husband and my friend Phyllis by my side. To save me embarrassment, the doctor gave it a fancy diagnosis. I knew what he was thinking, the same thing I was. Are you crazy? What are you trying to prove? You’re whipped, and not to mention you feel like your about to die!! D-Rock had done a great job, I had just failed to tell him I hadn’t eaten all day. I was so engrossed with trying to make myself look better on the outside that I had failed to fuel up and take care of the inside.
Just being candid, I have tried it all! Atkins, cracker diets, no starch, no meats, no sweets, shakes and the lists goes on. You know, I was concentrating all my efforts on trying to be beautiful and improve my outward appearance, yet I was a failure on the inside. A crumbling marriage, success and goal driven, priorities out of line, always caring about what others think, using disrespectful words to my spouse….. trying to impress so many people, but not the two people I should have been seeking two impress, my God and my husband.
I was doing it all wrong! The deepest beauty does not come from cosmetics, jewelry, working out, or basking in the sun, but the deepest beauty by far is the beauty of the soul. Don’t misunderstand me, it is not wrong to desire outside beauty. Hey, I still get my nails done, and my hairdresser Jamie knows I am going to be there every Friday at 8:30, and you will always see me with jeans and high heels. At the end of the day everyone wants to look better, BUT looking better from God’s point of view begins on the inside and not the outside. Sometimes I have to see my flaws and recognize that I am a sinner and seek for God to change whatever is wrong from within. Mirror, Mirror on my wall, my GOD finds me beautiful, even when I fall. That, my friend, is what matters most of all.
“The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” Samuel 16:7