Because of My Weight

I am in agony.
I'm self conscious and half crazy,
because of my weight.

I've tried everything to get rid of it,
But somehow it always comes back.
Cruel people enjoy pointing it out,
just when I'm learning to accept it.
I'm inhibited and mocked,
because of my weight.

And God said to me,
"I love you.
Because of your weight,
you need me.
So I've taken it from you."

With a raised eyebrow I said,
"No you haven't. It's right here...
On my thighs."

And God chuckled.
And then He burst into laughter.
Tears streamed down from His eyes
as he howled with uncontrollable amusement.
Fumed, I asked, "What's so funny?"

And God said to me,
"I've freed you not from your pathetic obsession
with your body mass index.
But from the weight of condemnation.
The weight of the world on your shoulders.
The heaviness of loneliness
and desire and conformity.
From the chains of a selfish world
that likes to pile the weights of guilt and envy on my followers.
I have saved you from the weight of acceptance
because membership to my Kingdom can't be earned.
I've born the burden,
because of your human weight.
Because Christ rescued you,
your weight no longer exists.

Because of the weight your sin condemned you to,
I sent a most beloved son
to carry it on His shoulders.
And on that day,
it was finished.
You were made perfect in my eyes.

Do not allow yourself to be bound
by the standards of a world gone mad.
Cling to me and honor me,
because of the weight
you no longer bear."

So today as I lace up my running shoes,
I no longer feel bogged down.
Because of my weight,
I am free.
I am beautiful.
I am lovely,
in the eyes of my Creator.

If I want to worry about something,
It'll be my health.
To maintain the temple of the One
who sustains me.
So that I may continue to witness His glory...
Because of my weight.