Thursday, August 21, 2008
Fat?
Do you ever sit down in front of the computer and scan blogs? I do. Not often, but every once in a while I give my eyes a chance to flip through the scratchings of Internet authors raging, ranting, and rambling about what life is like to be them. Cheap entertainment. A while back one caught my eye. Here’s an excerpt from that blog.
The other night, I asked The Suitor the question no man likes to answer: “Do I look fat?” Instead of rolling his eyes, he replied, “You really want me to answer that?” I nodded a yes. “Fine, then I really need to get a good look.” . . .
“Hmm,” he said with his finger on his chin. “Fat? Huh?” I held my breath, terrified he might say, “Yeah, you could stand to lose a good 15.” Instead, he replied, “Stephanie, you are so hot. Don’t you realize, I don’t see you as fat or skinny? You are the love of my life. I see you as absolutely beautiful. You have to remember I don’t see you like you see you. Do you really want me to look at you as just fat or skinny?”
“No,” I said in a small voice. Cause I already know I can stand to lose a good 15.
“Good, because you’d be doing us both a disservice. Just let me love you.”
When I was reading this blog, here’s what I heard:
The other night I asked God the question he hates to answer: “Do I look, uh, good?” Instead of rolling his eyes, he replied, “You really want me to answer that?” I nodded. “Fine, but then I really need to get a good look.”
“Hmm,” he said with his finger on his chin, “Good? Huh?” I held my breath, terrified he might say, “Yeah, you could stand to clean your act up a good 15%.” Instead, he replied, “You are so loved. Don’t you realize I don’t see you as good or bad? You are the love of my life. I see you as absolutely beautiful. You have to remember I don’t see you like you see yourself. Do you really want me to look at you as simply good or bad?”
“No,” I said in a small voice. Cause I already know I’m messed up.
“Good, because you’d be doing us both a disservice. Just let me love you.”
When this is our picture of God, trust isn’t such a reach. This picture of God makes me want to fold my life and plans and the moments of my days into his. It’s easy for me to believe that such a God will not only surprise me with what’s best and with what I need, but that he will place me in situations to Be the Surprise for others in ways that I can only dream about.
When this is our picture of God, we won’t obsess about whether each move we make will make us look good. We know we already look good to God.
When this is our picture of God, we won’t need to strive, prove, measure, gauge, compete, compare, or perpetually wonder if we are enough.
“Just let me love you.”
The other night, I asked The Suitor the question no man likes to answer: “Do I look fat?” Instead of rolling his eyes, he replied, “You really want me to answer that?” I nodded a yes. “Fine, then I really need to get a good look.” . . .
“Hmm,” he said with his finger on his chin. “Fat? Huh?” I held my breath, terrified he might say, “Yeah, you could stand to lose a good 15.” Instead, he replied, “Stephanie, you are so hot. Don’t you realize, I don’t see you as fat or skinny? You are the love of my life. I see you as absolutely beautiful. You have to remember I don’t see you like you see you. Do you really want me to look at you as just fat or skinny?”
“No,” I said in a small voice. Cause I already know I can stand to lose a good 15.
“Good, because you’d be doing us both a disservice. Just let me love you.”
When I was reading this blog, here’s what I heard:
The other night I asked God the question he hates to answer: “Do I look, uh, good?” Instead of rolling his eyes, he replied, “You really want me to answer that?” I nodded. “Fine, but then I really need to get a good look.”
“Hmm,” he said with his finger on his chin, “Good? Huh?” I held my breath, terrified he might say, “Yeah, you could stand to clean your act up a good 15%.” Instead, he replied, “You are so loved. Don’t you realize I don’t see you as good or bad? You are the love of my life. I see you as absolutely beautiful. You have to remember I don’t see you like you see yourself. Do you really want me to look at you as simply good or bad?”
“No,” I said in a small voice. Cause I already know I’m messed up.
“Good, because you’d be doing us both a disservice. Just let me love you.”
When this is our picture of God, trust isn’t such a reach. This picture of God makes me want to fold my life and plans and the moments of my days into his. It’s easy for me to believe that such a God will not only surprise me with what’s best and with what I need, but that he will place me in situations to Be the Surprise for others in ways that I can only dream about.
When this is our picture of God, we won’t obsess about whether each move we make will make us look good. We know we already look good to God.
When this is our picture of God, we won’t need to strive, prove, measure, gauge, compete, compare, or perpetually wonder if we are enough.
“Just let me love you.”
Labels: God's love
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