
My husband maintains our vehicles, and I’m so glad he does. If this job was left up to me – I might run our van into oblivion – traveling from ‘mission to mission’.
Can you blame me? Who has time to STOP and do preventative care when the car’s running just fine? Not to mention, keep UP with the mileage or walk around and kick the tires? Not me! No, I would wait for the trusty red light reminder to “check engine”. Then I would make a mental note to do just that. Once the car lurched to halt – it would get MY full attention.
I often think of our bodies in a similar way. I wonder – “If YOU were a traveling salesman {traveling by car} how would YOU take care of your vehicle?” Would it be overridden with trash? Would the breaks squeak and the pipe ‘thingy’ in the back bow out smoke? Would it have enough ‘get up and go’ or even pass INSPECTION??
Quite the contrary, your vehicle would reflect your product and be your ONLY means of getting you where you needed to go. That, little gem, would be pampered and polished. With tread on the tires and AC cooling to capacity. The seats – comfy and the GAS TANK FULL! Regular check-ups? Oh .. yea!
{Stay with me – I’m going somewhere with this – (no pun intended)}
Now, zoom into our lives as busy mothers. We’re all about building our children’s lives and serving our families. That part – we’ve pretty much got down. This is our mission as mothers. But, in the ‘going’ we may forsake the OBVIOUS. The vehicle. {That would be our bodies}
You see – we have this ONE body, given to us at birth and taken from us at death. There’s no ‘newer model’ for trade up. One is all we’ve got, 1 set of teeth (hopefully), one head of hair, 1 face, 1 skeleton … 1 heart. I say, we get our body – but in essence it’s on loan to us by The Creator.
“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.” I Corinthians 6:19-20
We don’t dream of complications – down the road. We’re busy going from mission to mission. Just like it takes purposeful care early on to have a vehicle that operates with grace and ease well into it’s years. The same is true for our bodies. None of us want to hear anything ‘clunk’ under the hood. We want to hum into the next season – rising to the challenge of the life we get to live.
I find this an interesting play on words. When we see a well preserved, older car, young men call it ‘sweet‘ and older men call it ‘a beauty’.
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Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. ha! I concur with you though. It is important for a girl to maintain. I think we should all find one form of exercise (mentally, physically, etc) and work it. Running is my sanity most days. I’m all for yoga, too. After all, I intend on being a sweet ride when I’m 52.
Thanks Debi! I turn 30 in December and I’m already looking down the road… wondering what I have to do to be fit and healthy when I’m 50 – 60 – 70. I want to see my great grandkids if the Lord allows. And I don’t want it to be from a hospital bed.
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I needed this. Somehow you knew that. Thank you!
You’re welcome. But, to be honest, it was for ME.
Good thoughts to ponder. Especially now that I’m about to be 47.
Well I am a classic at age 49! The boys are restoring a classic “71 Mustang…so I might be an antique.
Thanks for the reminder
Wonderful post Debi! Here’s what I unwrapped this week: http://ordinaryinspirations.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-lake-days.html
~ Traci Michele
Very convicting article. My daughters were talking about viewing their bodies as temples of their unborn babies and how what they do now will effect them later. I wish I’d had that forethought 10 babies ago
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I love the entire idea of this post, especially the last line. It grabbed me. May I never forget it! How true!