The Lover of My Soul
I am 50 years old now, and overweight, scarred, stretch marked, gray haired and wrinkled. Losing weight, gaining weight, short haired or long haired, I am still me. With the last surgery I endured, I lost my right breast to cancer, but I know I have the love of my husband, my family and my Savior. No matter how many body parts I lose, I possess a complete soul.
Here's something to hold on to: you are not the sum of your parts. You are more; a precious child of God, that He loves and treasures above all others. Jesus is the lover of my soul, and yours, too. Laughingly, I always said The Hubster loved my guts. What I really meant was, he loves my soul, not the package it came in.
Appearances are temporary and shallow. We may not always look the same, but God will always have enduring love for us, that will not fail.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I never want anyone else I care about to be scared, unsure, or ignorant of symptoms, the latest treatments, or self-care. Please take time to educate yourself. You deserve it! Here's a link with great information: http://www.cancer.org/Cancer/BreastCancer/index?ssSourceSiteId=null
Female in Motion Exercise Update: I did five 30-minute treadmill workouts last week, and instead of upping my time, I increased my rate of speed. This should help with endurance, as well as fat burning. My pain is nearly non-existent, and mobility is increasing every day. I am grateful.
Psalm 66:16 (KJV) Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.