I understand that Sunday's a busy day for You. You're getting prayer requests from Christians all around the world all day long, and I can't help but think that it's a lot to keep track of. Oh, I know You're omnipotent and everything, but still, it's a busy day for You. I thought maybe I'd shoot You a little prayer of thanks today, on the off chance that You needed a slight break from sending healing energy to all the sick and injured around the world who need it. So here goes:
Thanks for letting my pants fit yesterday.
I realize I've not been treating my body like the temple it should be (actually, my body is starting to feel more like one of those churches that have to close because they don't have enough members to keep it going and then the building gets turned into luxury condos). I know I've gained back a fair amount of the weight I lost a couple of years ago. I'm having a hard time fitting into some of my skinnier pants, and rightly so. Still, when I was able to work my way into my nice Ann Taylor pants and button and zip them up yesterday morning so that I could look somewhat decent at church, I thought that was nothing short of a miracle. When I could sit down without splitting any seams, I knew it was one.
I'm back on the bandwagon and am trying to work out more and eat fewer, better calories so that I lose the weight again and am not forced to buy clothes in a larger size. I don't want to have to ask for this miracle again, but I appreciate You making it happen yesterday.