Today I received a comment and a link to a post with a very powerful picture. (If you’re of the “body is impure” mindset, this photo and my blog probably aren’t the places for you.)
It’s rare for a yammering, writing gal like myself to be at a loss for words, but seeing this mother with her child rendered me speechless. It also made me feel foolish for ever succumbing to body angst when I should be singing God’s praises that my children and I are healthy.
The next time you feel fat or have a bad hair day or wonder what God designed your body for, look at this photo of an innocent child resting on her mother.
“This is what my cancer looks like,” the beautiful mom writes beneath the picture.
This is also what love looks like.
On a similar subject, I write about turning our sorrows over to Mary here.