Following Geneen’s line of thinking: What if heaven were wanting life to be exactly what it is? To be unmistakably content no matter the number on the scale. To even rejoice when it fluctuates because then I know I’m alive—growing, stretching, loving my husband, eating, running, getting my period.
As a Christian, I am continually moving from grace to glory—from a state of sanctification and “elegance or beauty of form” (Dictionary.com) to a state of even greater praise, adoration, and splendor.
What if I let myself believe that I am already perfectly made? How would that free me to pursue the even more admirable vision of a healthy, God-honoring weight? (I say admirable because it requires perseverance to seek and maintain health. To embrace “good enough.”)
Next post: Our radiant brilliance and Heaven, Part 2.