When flesh feels like wallowing

2010 April 22
by Kirsten

My flesh feels like wallowing today. When my soul feels like resting and I rest, it’s good for me and I’m refreshed. When my flesh feels like wallowing and I wallow, I just want to wallow more.

My back still hurts, and I’m waiting to hear back from several magazines on queries and submitted articles. Nonresponse is heavy:  No news is news. Not to mention that each time I walk by the full-length mirror, my thighs remind me of matured Redwood trees, if a giant took the trees between his fingers and squished them so they were stubby and the leaves and branches fell off. Not a good day for leggings.

So I feel justified in watching TV while eating the best snack ever manufactured:  White Cheddar Cheese Flavored Popcorn. The bonus? The puppy can follow at my feet, sucking up the overflowing kernels that fall from my clawed fist dusted with cheese flavoring.

I did this for the duration of one episode of Intervention. However, mid-wallow, I realized that my value as a writer doesn’t come from the number of articles published or the number of readers who identify with what I write. My value as a writer comes from the gift and passions God has given me, and my identity is through him.

So, I licked cheese powder off of each finger, grabbed a pack of frozen peas for my back and sat down to grace the world with a description of my Sequoia thighs. You’re welcome.

3 Responses leave one →
  1. margo permalink
    April 22, 2010

    God gave you those sequoia thighs & they are beautiful in His sight!

  2. April 26, 2010

    Lol. I’m so there, except its the post baby body. Bluck. But I’m working on it. So, why IS it that wallowing makes a person want to wallow more??
    Ps. You have the FARTHEST thing from meaty thighs.

  3. April 26, 2010

    I think it’s because it’s a cycle that’s basically just selfish. When I wallow, I don’t want to look at the truth in the situation — that I’m blessed by God, I have a purpose through him, etc. Instead I feed myself lies that keep the focus on me instead of on God. Eventually something like my thighs become monumentally important and blown out of proportion. :)

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