I made the choice to recover 6 years ago.
When I had a good treatment team.
When my dietician chose my food.
When my mentor developed my exercise routine.
When my best friend was around to support me & encourage me.
When I wasn’t sure how strong my marriage was.
When I didn’t know if my mom’s cancer would kill her.
I make the choice to stay recovered today.
When I must choose my own foods.
When injuries and age force me to no longer do the exercises I love.
When my best friend no longer speaks to me.
When my mother’s health is on the brink.
When my body changes.
When I don’t always feel strong, or beautiful.
I made a choice.
This choice isn’t just about not listening to ED.
This choice is about more than being free.
For ultimately we are not free.
Our choice is not about having a master or being one.
Our choice is about which
Master we serve.
I choose not to be a slave to a size in my jeans
a shape of my belly
or even what I see in the mirror.
I am not a slave to my fitness level or my last “PR”.
But I am a slave.
I am a slave to the One who made me in His Image.
I am a slave to the One who breathes Life into my being.
I am a slave to the One who set me free from my sin.
I am a slave to the One who carries my burdens.
I am a slave to the One who killed His Perfect Son
So I did not have to be.
I make a choice each day whom I will serve.
I will not serve my feelings…
I will serve my Father
I will not be bound by comparison
I will be wrapped with Compassion
I will not be wounded by lies
I will be healed with Truth
I will not belong to any who
Steal from me
I will belong ONLY
To the One who paid for me.
I choose this day, and every day, whom I will serve. As for me and my house- and my body, we will serve THE LORD.