“God put the Man into a deep sleep. As he slept he removed one of his ribs and replaced it with flesh. God then used the rib that he had taken from the Man to make Woman and presented her to the man.” Genesis 2:21-22.
During my preteen years, I went through a huge growth spurt—around ten inches in two years. I felt clumsy and as if I resembled a skinny tree trunk. In my teen years, I felt like a giant—especially around my shorter friends, especially the boys in my class.
There was a time I wanted to be short and petite. Fortunately, we can’t change the frame God gave us, and I eventually grew to appreciate my five-foot, ten-inch body. I can clean the top of a refrigerator without a step stool, see over the heads of people at a parade, and I’m easy to spot in a crowd. One time I read an article about the Tall Women’s Club and I found it interesting that a gal has to be at least five-foot ten inches to qualify for this club. So, if I joined this group, I would actually be considered short.
Short people tell me I’m lucky to be tall. I think they are right, especially when I look in the mirror at my aging frame and see how the extra ten pounds I carry are easily camouflaged. My short friends might agree with me about this.
Lord, help us be satisfied with the body we’ve been given. Amen.