Monday, January 30, 2012

What is it About Numbers Anyway?


(my "ideal" weight)
(the spot on your blog list I want to be)
(the number of anniversaries I want to celebrate with Mr. T before one of us goes home to God)
(the number of days I want to eat well, read my bible, snuggle with Mr. T, workout... etc.)
(the number of blog views I want in my idealized mind)

What is it with numbers?
I can assign one to anything and everything in life.
And guess what? My real life number NEVER matches my assigned number.
Are you surprised?
Nope, in my heart of hearts, I'm not either.

How is it that things that otherwise require so many facets of description
can be described with no question by a number?
Since when did quantifying anything and everything make qualifying it irrelevant?
I'm not sure when it all started.
But I'm holding my own little strike against numberifying (new term too!) life.

I don't weigh 122. And guess what?
No one loves me more or loves me less.
Yep, there's more to love than my "ideal" 122 pound self would possess.
But I'd have to sacrifice my thickly muscled runner's legs.
And my natural cleavage.
And my cupcake loving, chocolate craving, conversation heart obsessed sweet tooth.
(Can you tell what time of year it is?)

I'm not #1 on any one's blog list...
Except my own.
(Come on, you don't check yours out to make sure it's still there?)
But believe it or not,
no one loves me more or loves me less.
Yep, it'd be cool to have lots of fans, friends, and followers,
But I'd have to worry about what they want from me.
And my seems-too-often writer's block.
And my recipe laden, sarcastic seasoned, God given posts would be tainted by my worry about them.

 77 years.
Well, Mr. Thomas, you have no choice.
And neither do I.
And, truth be told, I'd have it no other way.
I will only love you more, not any less.
So stick around, okay?

366 days.
1 time per day.
Equals 366 times.
Doesn't seem too hard, yet it is.
Why, oh why, are habits so difficult to form?
I'm doing my best to get as close to 366 as possible.
And to grant myself grace when I fall short of my (somewhat) ridiculous expectations
for myself.
You'll forgive me too?
Many thanks.

Let's drop the number. And use words.

Instead of 324/366 (seemingly imperfect)
substitute hard-working, diligent, best effort, improvement.

 "...for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace
through redemption that came by Christ Jesus."
Romans 3:23-24

Instead of 137/122 (seemingly heavy)
substitute curvaceous, feminine, strong.

"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made."
Psalm 139:41

You get it, right?

Price Tag
by: Xenia


  1. LOVE it! And makes me think...which is what it is all about. Right? And you ARE #1 on my blog list in my heart but am just not tech savy enough to show you!

    You are perfectly made! And such a honest and vunerable heart1

    Buckets of love-

    1. Oh Mama Bird you are too sweet... And always my #1 fan (thank goodness!). And you taught me how numbers are just that unless you let them grow to something more in your mind. Love you by the gallon!

  2. This is awesome Amber! What a great way of thinking! Thanks for sharing! Have a great week!!


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