We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in South Africa, however this year our church took the opportunity to mark this event. We had a fabulous big, bare tree branch popped into the church and we were encouraged to spend some time in prayer and write our thanks onto leaf-shaped-cards and then to stick them onto the tree. It was a beautiful idea both spiritually and to look at.
Most wonderous though was what I experienced during that service. A GLORIOUS revelation. I was giving thanks, quietly, for a time of peace from all the heartache we’d experienced during this past year, 2012. We’ve been taking a break from actively pursuing any path towards parenthood and, although this initially it frustrated me, it has been wonderfully refreshing and given me a sense of restoration and normality. However, during my thanks, I asked God, again, if he couldn’t perhaps heal my body of its dysfunction. And then it hit me. The Lord told me to give thanks for my broken body! Whaaaat?! That’s what I said! He then opened my eyes to his view of it all and this is how he views it:
The Lord LOVES me exactly the way I am.
He MADE me just as I am.
I am the way I am because he has plans for me, this is for HIS glory.
I am PERFECT, just the way I am.
Immediately I recalled a saying I’ve heard my Dad preach – I am God’s and “he don’t make no junk!” I was shocked and released from pain all within an instance.
It has been quite a mind shift but it is now the ONLY way I can view my body. What did I write on my card in church? I wrote – “I give thanks for a broken body”. To be honest, I now don’t see my body as broken, I see it as beautifully different, moulded for His purposes. And I can’t WAIT to see what he has in store for us!