You are wonderful ....
Like building bricks 30 to 40 trillion cells design you. My little yet strong fist size heart will pump around 182 million litres of blood during my lifetime. My fingers prints, eye print and toe prints are unique to me.
I am truly one in billions!
My mouth has around 2,000 taste buds to taste and enjoy food. My eyes can distinguish 10 million different colours. My bones are about 5 times stronger than steel is. The acid inside my stomach has the ability and might to dissolve zinc yet never destroys the its own walls because the stomach's cells regenerate quicker than they are destroyed.
If I laid all of my blood vessels end to end they would stretch 60,000 miles, or go around the world nearly two and a half times! You help me think, create, comfort, invent and be able to love. Because of you, I can enjoy music, see great paintings, soak up breathtaking views. You give me the gift of knowing when I am comforted by the embrace of a friend. Because of you I feel the kisses of my children and husband, I can gaze the pride in my father’s eyes, the happiness in my mother’s face. Oh, body, you are truly amazing.
My body, you are fearful too.
A little virus invisible to the eye can kill you. A tiny insect carrying a deadly disease can break and threaten your existence. A little paper cut can cause more pain and discomfort than a broken bone. You can be addictive to drugs, food and drinks and slave after them. You have in you the ability to accumulate dangerous anger that threaten to cripple all your relationships. You feel pain that no doctor can see or heal. You are easily envious, jealous, bitter and offended. You use manipulation, control and force to get what you want. You exploit your fellow-man, look down on the less fortunate and favour the powerful for your interest.
So, when I look at you, where shall I focus on, dear body? The wonderful or the fearful part?
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14 NIV
For, If I stop at just your wonderful side, I might be thankful about you and perhaps even prideful. If I looked at the fearful side I might be paranoid and scared to live my life. So, what is the best way to look at you?
Perhaps if I look through you and not at you might be the way.
I wonder what might happen if I looked beyond what bare eyes can see? Perhaps a new way will open before me to seeing you, a differently way, a better way maybe.
The way that will help me pass seeing just the physical, not that the physical is bad, in contrary its beautiful, but lets not stop there. My body is more than the cells that make or those that break it. It's formed for a purpose, yes whether in the splendour of its beauty or in the destruction that sickness can bring, you my inseparable life companion have a purpose. If you think sickness has not got any beauty in it than hear from them who have gone through some of the most life threatening diagnosis and unimaginably suffering saying that "they will not like to change a thing from that experience." Why? Because they have known their bodies beyond what the virus, bacteria or cancer can do to it. They have seen and have experienced a kind of beauty that we others know nothing about. We don't even called beauty because it's a beauty that passes the description of the seen world. It scratches the surface of outward splendour and merges deep down where our hearts learn to tenderly love by being broken and moulded by pain. I don't like sickness, I hate seeing people suffer I will not lie about it, but I am learning to look a little further than the pain wants me to look, I am noticing the beauty that comes emerging together with rubbles of pain.
So, I am learning to take both arms of my body, the wonderful one and the fearful one and let them embrace me fully. Both sides must come as a whole otherwise I tend to pull one side or the other and that always divides and disconnect the body and mind. Our human nature tends to separate how it looks to the body, we separated it into the parts we like or hate, we dice it, we take sides and stop to look beyond what the mirror shows us. But the psalmist echoes a truth that has survived millenniums. The truth that our bodies are wonderful and fearfully made. That our bodies have a purpose beyond the physical one. That more happens in our bodies in the unseen that what we see. We can start to learn to see through it and enjoy to live in that wonder.
These days I am learning to look through my body more than I am tempted to look at my body. What about you?
xx Lea xx