How many know that when a kid asks you this question…
And you’re not…
And you’re a guy…
It may be time to start eating less and exercising more?
Now she was just a little girl. She had seen me leading worship for a while and I think was actually trying to be nice. That doesn’t make it better. It really makes it worse.
When I was a kid, I was always the smallest. I couldn’t get bigger no matter how much I ate. I started lifting weights and running and could not gain any muscle, any bulk to save my life. I graduated high school weighing 130 pounds and looking like a concentration camp victim. By the time I went into the army I had grown a couple of inches taller and now weighed a whopping 140 pounds. I ate like crazy but still could not gain any significant weight, still was smaller built, wiry and tough but still one of the smallest guys in my unit.
Then I got married.
Weight gain is not the issue anymore. Now I’m pregnant.
Life is so full of twists, turns, things that we don’t see coming, things that sometimes don’t make any sense. We can try and try to change things, change who we are and end up disappointed, angry, bitter, depressed.
Or we can laugh.
And yes, I mean laugh when we lose our job. We can laugh at injuries and sickness. We can find the humor in devastation. See the amazing miracles that make any of us survive. We can even laugh in the midst of divorce, abandonment, great sorrow.
It isn’t an Effie Trinket style, “smile and the world smiles with you” attitude. It is a choosing to see the blessing, the gift, the silliness, the ridiculousness that is life.
And really, I do look kind of pregnant.