Jesus Sacrificed Himself for Me

The joys of motherhood and what it does to our bodies.

My eyes have bags under them from lack of sleep. 

My pants are so tight I can barely breath in them (I love me some leggings though).

My arms are twice the size that I’d like them to be and I feel uncomfortable in tank tops.

Enough said. 

But let’s be honest: My body will NEVER be the same again. 

Sure, a diet and some cardio can help; but it’s still never going to be 100% back to what it was in my early 20’s. 

It’s birthed babies and it’s changed. 

I’ve sacrificed my body to give life. 

But then I remember Jesus who sacrificed His body for me (literally) so that I may have eternal life. 

I imagine Him up on that cross and how He thought of me as He hung there. 

I picture the lashes He took and the nails being pierced through His skin. 

He made the ultimate sacrifice at Calvary, I know it. 

My body, yes, it may never be back at a size 8, but this body is not my eternal body.

I’m going to get a new body when I go to Heaven, and Jesus made that possible. 

So, I’ll be content with the sacrifices I’ve made here in this body because I know this body gave me my babies. 

This body created life. 

This body is not my forever home. 

Because Jesus sacrificed Himself for me.