I beg God to transform me into the image of his Son. I really do. And boy, here lately, has He been answering my prayers. I don't think I can ever recall a time where God has be so relentless with me.
Okay, I really have given up television for the most part. I have some episodes of "Say Yes to the Dress" and "Ace of Cakes" that stay on my TiVO for those nights when I'm so mentally and physically exhausted that I just want to lay in bed and watch something benign before I conk out. But God has truly delivered me from my television watching, and I am SO thankful. That time is now spent studying His Word or reading something that will grow me in Him. So thankful for that.
But, every now and then, I see a show that I used to love. "Biggest Loser" is one of them. I just love to see people get themselves healthy. I just do. I don't know why. It inspires me to continue to try to get these last 15 pounds off my rear too. Anyway, one reason I'm glad I don't watch this show anymore is because I've heard how bad the language is with the girl trainer this year. Jillian Michaels is her name. You may have heard me speak about her with great love and affection from my experiences with her video "The 30 Day Shred." Shred being the operative word.
Anyway, if you haven't seen the show, she basically gets in the contestants' faces and screams and curses at them. They start to bawl and then she starts to tell them that they are WORTH it. They are worth being healthy and happy. So on and so on.
Now basically I see the humanistic side of this as being pretty hopeless. If you don't have Christ, you aren't gonna be happy even if you are a size 0. But I see where she is coming from. Now let me assure you that this is also just one of the reasons I won't ever be on that show. Getting in my face and yelling the "F" word is definitely not a way to get me to go another mile on the treadmill. In fact, that's the shortest way to get me through the door. But I'm digressing.
She says, Jillian that is, that you have to strip everything else away to get these people to admit why they are where they are. You have to strip them down, all the way down, to get to build them back up. You have to have them groveling in a mess of sweat and tears before you can pick them up. It ain't pretty to watch. Hard actually. Wondering where I am spiritually? Yep, there it is.
I actually said to God this week, after a spiritual "work out" that He was quickly becoming my own personal Jillian Michaels. Without all the "F" words, of course. I don't mean to equate God and Ms. Michaels at all. Don't misunderstand me. But this, where I have been recently, just about as low and as beat up as you get, looking up at God and said, "NOW, GOD? Now can you let me up? Can you back off for just. a. second?"
And I'm not sure I really want Him to, but oh my gosh. I am also not sure how much more you can tear it up on the spiritual tread mill before you collapse. I know God needs me torn down so He can build me back up in HIS image. It's just the whole process is hard. I imagine that just like those "Biggest Loser" contestants feel like a million dollars when they slip on their size 4 jeans, when I get through this part of my spiritual training, I'm gonna feel great.
Right now, I feel like I really need to get off that tread mill. Want to pray for me? Pray for endurance. My timer on my treadmill is no where near close to going off...
matchless beauty. endless light.
Okay, I really have given up television for the most part. I have some episodes of "Say Yes to the Dress" and "Ace of Cakes" that stay on my TiVO for those nights when I'm so mentally and physically exhausted that I just want to lay in bed and watch something benign before I conk out. But God has truly delivered me from my television watching, and I am SO thankful. That time is now spent studying His Word or reading something that will grow me in Him. So thankful for that.
But, every now and then, I see a show that I used to love. "Biggest Loser" is one of them. I just love to see people get themselves healthy. I just do. I don't know why. It inspires me to continue to try to get these last 15 pounds off my rear too. Anyway, one reason I'm glad I don't watch this show anymore is because I've heard how bad the language is with the girl trainer this year. Jillian Michaels is her name. You may have heard me speak about her with great love and affection from my experiences with her video "The 30 Day Shred." Shred being the operative word.
Anyway, if you haven't seen the show, she basically gets in the contestants' faces and screams and curses at them. They start to bawl and then she starts to tell them that they are WORTH it. They are worth being healthy and happy. So on and so on.
Now basically I see the humanistic side of this as being pretty hopeless. If you don't have Christ, you aren't gonna be happy even if you are a size 0. But I see where she is coming from. Now let me assure you that this is also just one of the reasons I won't ever be on that show. Getting in my face and yelling the "F" word is definitely not a way to get me to go another mile on the treadmill. In fact, that's the shortest way to get me through the door. But I'm digressing.
She says, Jillian that is, that you have to strip everything else away to get these people to admit why they are where they are. You have to strip them down, all the way down, to get to build them back up. You have to have them groveling in a mess of sweat and tears before you can pick them up. It ain't pretty to watch. Hard actually. Wondering where I am spiritually? Yep, there it is.
I actually said to God this week, after a spiritual "work out" that He was quickly becoming my own personal Jillian Michaels. Without all the "F" words, of course. I don't mean to equate God and Ms. Michaels at all. Don't misunderstand me. But this, where I have been recently, just about as low and as beat up as you get, looking up at God and said, "NOW, GOD? Now can you let me up? Can you back off for just. a. second?"
And I'm not sure I really want Him to, but oh my gosh. I am also not sure how much more you can tear it up on the spiritual tread mill before you collapse. I know God needs me torn down so He can build me back up in HIS image. It's just the whole process is hard. I imagine that just like those "Biggest Loser" contestants feel like a million dollars when they slip on their size 4 jeans, when I get through this part of my spiritual training, I'm gonna feel great.
Right now, I feel like I really need to get off that tread mill. Want to pray for me? Pray for endurance. My timer on my treadmill is no where near close to going off...
matchless beauty. endless light.
1 comment:
Hands ove my ears--don't ruin my "Biggest Loser". I still love it, although I am glad they bleep out the swear words, and so far I haven't seen too many.
But I'm so happy for you that you are watching less tv and spending more time with God (not that you had much chance to watch tv before). And I love your comparison of God being your Jillian!
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