Love that Evergreen is full of people who process the ins and outs of life in such a Jesus-y (that's for you Anne Lamott fans... "Gospel-Centered" for you Keller fans) way...
Yesterday I had to measure myself for another wedding come November.
I’m actually really excited for the AZ wedding of my good friends Kyle DiRoberts and Lolly Mullen. I’m also ready to brave the 20-person bridal party (huzzah! numbers unite!).
However, “taking my measurements” (bridesmaid dress) kinda felt like a 2×4 to the face. For a few hours (yes, hours) I pondered the trials of womanhood via measuring tape/scale/pants-that-sometimes-do-not-fit after taking down my numbers. I wasn’t thrilled about how I was feeling.
I then thought, “I’m pretty sure that Jesus doesn’t care about my exact measurements.” So, I got over it. (slowly) As I continue to question/live/ponder I’m gaining more of an understanding as to what “healthy” means...
