Your body is not your masterpiece

Tonight, I just wanted to share a post that a friend had shared with me. I appreciate a change in perspective whenever someone else is willing to share because I hope that the more clearly I can see, the better off I'll be.



Your body is not your masterpiece – your life is.....

http://momastery.com/blog/2014/07/06/body-masterpiece/

"Would you please come check on me?"

Allow me to share an experience that happened during this last week.....

As is frequently the case on days I work, my kids called to tell me good night, because they usually climb into bed before I get home. On this particular night, I didn't get to answer my phone in time and my kids left me a voice mail.
I LOVE voicemail. It give me a chance to capture and save sweet messages of the funny things my kids say, those who call to express care and concern, tender messages of gratitude, encouragement and cheering, and in one particular case, the priceless gift of listening to a friends voice who has passed from this life due to cancer.
On the evening for which I'm sharing, it was a message from my daughter. I could hear in her voice that she had had a tough day. Her message was a simple but powerful one. She summed it up by sweetly asking, "Would you please come check on me?"
It does not happen very often, but on occasion, the Spirit will allow me a glimpse of how my relationship as a mom, can help me in my relationship with my Heavenly Father. This is one of those occasions.
I've been struggling with my prayers lately......saying them at all. Struggling in this relapse, feeling guilty about not doing better, for not pulling up and out of it by now.....where in ED leaves me feeling unworthy to pray, which adds to the isolation thus promoting the downward spiral. However, I do feel Fathers encouragement for me to 'check-in' with him......just as I would imagine I would do with my children, if I noticed one of them were struggling. It's during times like this where my prayers (when I utter them) are more sincere, more heartfelt, with a bit more pleading. I remember during a previous relapse simply pleading with Heavenly Father, that he might hold on to me, because I was not confident in my strength to hold onto him.

And so it is tonight. While I feel as though asking for so many things from Heaven above might seem an act of selfishness, (another trait ED teaches to put me down), my prayer tonight is a simple although seemingly inconsequential one.....
Heavenly Father "Would you please come check on me?"

Pushing against the rock.....

I first came across this story while I was serving my mission. I thought that it was a great story then. However, for some reason now, it seems that much more applicable and poignant to me.
Perhaps we are not to move the rock, but to learn what we can while we push against it.

 

 



Pushing Against The Rock

By Anonymous

 

There was a man who was asleep one night in his cabin when suddenly his room was filled with light and the Savior appeared.  The Lord told him he had a work for him to do, and showed him a large rock, explaining that he was to push against that rock with all of his might.  This the man did, and for many days he toiled from sunup to sundown; his shoulder set squarely against the cold massive surface of the rock pushing with all his might.  Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.

Seeing that the man was showing signs of discouragement, Satan decided to enter the picture - placing thoughts in the man's mind, such as "Why kill yourself over this, you're never going to move it," or "Boy, you've been at it a long time and you haven't even scratched the surface," etc. - giving the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was an unworthy servant because he wasn't moving the massive stone.

These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man and he started to ease up in his efforts.  "Why kill myself?' he thought.  "I'll just put in my time, putting forth just the minimum of effort and that will be good enough."  And that he did, or at least planned on doing until one day he decided to take his troubles to the Lord.  "Lord," he said, "I have labored hard and long in your service, putting forth all my strength to do that which you have asked of me.  Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock half a millimeter.  What is wrong?  Why am I failing?"

To this the Lord responded compassionately, "My friend...when long ago I asked you to serve me and you accepted, I told you to push against the rock with all our strength, and that you have done.  But never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it.  At least not by yourself.  Your task was to push and now you come to me, your strength spent, thinking that you have failed and ready to quit.  But is that really so?  Look at yourself.  Your arms are strong and muscled.  Your hands are calloused from constant pressure and your legs have become massive and hard.

Through opposition you have grown much and your ability now far surpasses that which you used to have.  Yet still, you haven't succeeded in moving the rock; and you come to me now with a heavy heart and your strength spent.  I, my friend will move the rock.  Your calling was to be obedient and to push, and to exercise your faith and trust in my wisdom...and this you have done.