The scale of my Scale, Part 2 (3/27)

Since my last post, the world has met its evil twin and now finds itself begging to be an only child. Between covid-19 and the political chaos that ensued, our lives have changed forever on a global scale. We may never return to formal normal, but there are some things that will never change—Sin—and a loving God who forgives it. And for me, the battle to change the scale of my Scale has remained the same too. Said battle motivated my overtraining for the half marathon that broke my left ankle, which led to my right ankle’s surgery, followed up by major back surgery…and the 60-pound gain resulting from all of the above.

Last night my husband asked me, “What did the scale say this morning?” My retort—“Nothing, silly! Scales can’t talk!—actually made him laugh through his—“You’re cute.” But it’s not true, is it? Scales say SO much more than we wished they’d say. My scale whispers as often as it shouts, as it always has throughout my rollercoaster life, some beneficially but mostly not. These are not the voices of grace; these are the voices of the enemy and king of self-condemnation.

Well, I’m ready to be done with those voices. I’m going to start using my own to praise the Father who loves me just as I am and speak Truth to silence all the lies the scale offers. I’m weighing twice a week just to make sure I’m going in the right direction, but this is the scripture I’m going to print and post on my scale right between my feet:

“One thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the heavenly prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 3:13-14

In the meantime, I’m hoping to start up my regular blog posts again. So many stories to tell! So let’s get busy!