I caught myself laughing at my bathroom scale yesterday. No, not because I stepped on it, but because I don’t have to. I thought of all those times I let it dictate my mood. I thought of all those days when I let it tattoo me with a number, as though anything other than God could give me the significance I sought… and I laughed. When your eyes are cleared, it’s amazing how silly some things appear. That inanimate object held my self-worth hostage for years, but only because I allowed it to do so. Oh the ridiculousness of it! Oh the futile warring within my soul!

I have no idea how much weight I’ve lost, but I know I’m shrinking. I can feel it. I can see it. My jiggly bits are less jiggly, thank you, Jesus! However, my most significant shrinkage to date was the laying down of the burden I carried for decades. Lord, help me to never pick it up again!