One week ago, standing at the beginning of "peak week" I knew it would be a difficult week to focus on anything but the competition. But I didn't want to let my personal pursuit let me forget what happened 1,981 years ago. I wanted to remember the events of that week, the supper, the garden, and Golgotha. As I began the week, I wondered how He felt as He began the last and most important week of His mortal life.
I prayed for a little help, that I wouldn't let the week be completely self centered. I knew that would be natural way for it to play out. But I wanted to be able to tune in, and appreciate the sacrifice of the Son of God. And without warning, Friday morning, I'm standing in my garage, about to pound a few more rice cakes, and prepare a posing routine. I paused, noticing the silence. My thoughts turned to the Garden of Gethsemane and what was done for me there, I imagined Christ carrying and stumbling with the cross he bore for me. My heart swelled with gratitude and tears streaked my spray tanned face. It was very personal, but an assurance that He was willing to do anything to save me, and all of us.
So today I just don't feel like blogging about personal victories and last night's competition. The glory goes to Him who paid the ultimate price and became victor over sin and death. Because of Him, every soul will rise again with a perfect resurrected body, glorious and eternal.
I am glad that life can be fun. I appreciate that we have an opportunity to pursue goals, enjoy life and make it interesting. I really love that part of life. But I have to laugh at how fleeting the perfect body is. We train and diet and tweak it to "peak" for the stage, but it only looks just like that for a few hours on the day of show. Furthermore, go through a lot of bodies in life. They are all temporary. The kid's body, the teenage bod, middle age, and the old wrinkled one we all end up with. There has to be more to life than that right?
There is.