(Warning: I’m passionate, and I’m telling it like it is.)
It’s a hot message right now. We’re seeing more commercials and public service announcements dedicated to it than ever before. And the target audience is huge: all women ages 8-88.
Love the skin you’re in. True beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Unique is the new gorgeous.
And we can’t get enough of it. We’ll stop whatever we’re doing to watch the commercial. We’ll forward the video clip to all our social networking friends, and they’ll forward it, too. We give it a huge Amen! Don’t we?
Because when we hear it, something deep within us responds. We can physically feel it. If our hearts had arms, they would reach out and snag those words…and tuck ‘em away for safe keeping.
We ache to hear the words. In fact, some of us are literally dying to hear them. Because most of the time we hear the exact opposite—battling the brutal voices of society and our own inner critics. And we are battle worn.
We truly are battle worn. Which brings me to the real point I hope you’ll stick around to read.
I’m going to get right to it, but before I do I want to say this: I believe every word of The Book. I’m all in. I’m a blood-bought daughter of the King…and I know it. I’ve chosen my side, and I’m holding the line. No going back. No plan B.
And you are my sister.
It’s with that heart…from that place…that I appeal to you. I want you to know who you really are and how very much you are worth—and to believe it once and for all!
Here’s the deal: the reason we need to love ourselves NOW—to truly believe we are fearfully and wonderfully made—is far (I mean far) more important than having a healthy self-image.
Do this for me: imagine a battle field where two opposing armies are in line formation facing up. In my mind I’m seeing it like the scenes from Braveheart. On one side is what appears to be a huge enemy force…cocky…well-armed…spiffy. On the other side, a rag-tag assembly of passion-filled pseudo-warriors ready to fight to the death. Imagine you’re in that group. You and me and all our sisters. We are women warriors—specifically, the women of God. We’re dressed and ready to give it all we’ve got.
Now the two sides take steps toward each other. Then more steps. Until finally they are within ear shot of one another. Can you picture it?
The enemy commander raises his shining sword as his pompous troops wait for its drop—a signal for battle to begin. You and the team of rag-tag warriors are ready, holding up make-shift shields and swords hewn from logs. Your kingdom is at stake. You can barely breath from the anticipation.
Then the shiny sword drops. The enemy advances and implements its first strategic strike. In one voice comes the devastating declaration:
You’re fat and ugly.
As the words reach the ears of God’s girls, one-by-one they fall. Oh, some try to hold up their shields, but the words flow around them like hot smoke. In a matter of moments, only a few are left standing. Left alone to battle the enemy while aching for their fallen sisters. Are you one of the standing?
I am, and my heart breaks for the fallen.
I realize this seems dramatic. But I’m telling you, it’s not. I see this happening ALL THE TIME. Our enemy truly has it easy. And we have simply got to wake up and see it.
Women of God are falling for the same stupid crap the devil has been pulling for ages. You’re naked, and you should be ashamed.
All he has to do is draw attention to the fault in our flesh, and we’re out.
The pants are too tight. Can’t go to church today.
I ate too many Oreos. I have no self-control. I’m a failure.
I’ve got so many zits. I’m just not up for Bible study tonight.
God doesn’t want a size 18 temple.
I’m not pretty. Only pretty people can have a ministry.
Please don’t get me wrong. I’m not making light of the pain we feel. I’ve believed nearly every one of those statements at some point in my life. And because of it, I missed countless opportunities to worship, to love people, to kick some demonic butt. All because I thought my own butt was too big.
I see it now. I’ve been given a glimpse behind the scenes, and what’s there makes me so mad I just want to scream.
I see the devil and all his gaggle of pompous pipsqueak demons laughing their heads off at how easy it has become to take God’s women down. Getting such a kick out of how easy it has become to distract us from our TRUE calling, deceiving us into believing the flesh is what matters most.
News flash: OUR FLESH IS THE ONLY PART OF US THAT IS GOING TO TURN TO DUST!
Our butts can’t leave a legacy. Our weight doesn’t matter when we’re in the grave. No one will mention your body mass index at your memorial.
But they will remember your Kingdom deposits.
The Kingdom of God is at hand. The Army of the Lord is supposed to be the strongest.
We just can’t be wimpy anymore.
I know the enemy is everywhere. We can’t turn on the t.v. or check out at the grocery store without being told we’re not enough—that we should take off a few more pounds or get a little nip and tuck.
The enemy won’t stop. He’s tireless. But he has no new material.
Women of God, we’ve just got to realize that THIS WORLD IS NOT OUR HOME.
Its definitions are not our definitions.
Its god is NOT our god.
We’ve just got to choose our side and stand on it. No matter what. Every day. Every minute.
Our world isn’t getting any lighter. Darkness is all around. YOU ARE THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.
God didn’t put a weight limit on that. He didn’t put size requirements on that.
Matthew 11:12 – …the Kingdom of God suffers violence, and the violent take it by force.
Enough is enough. Let’s stand together. There is a hurting and dying world out there that needs the love of God’s girls. It needs the strength of God’s girls. It needs the truth we bear.
Fight with me. Stand with me. Stand with our Lord who died for us to be free…truly free. Free from the lies of this world that try to keep us ensnared in foolishness.
The enemy troops shout at the top of their lungs, You’re fat and ugly.
And the women of God laugh.