I finally decided that writing would never happen if I didn't make time for it. (Such an epiphany.) So here we go.
My son goes to our community fitness center twice a week for PE classes. Since the center offers childcare for my younger babies, I have no excuse not to work out. This is a blessing and a dolorous chore. To pass the time on the M
That is, once I make it on to the elliptical. I am a person of size, and have been on a fitness journey for the last nine years in which I have kept off 100 pounds despite the weight roller coaster that was three pregnancies. I'm by no means huge or tiny, but I'm on the far end of average at a size 16. I'm also very self-conscious due to living most of my life at 300+ pounds before I began my journey. I don't know what most of the machines in the gym are called or how to use them. I'm not the most graceful person, either. The sculpted, tatted, spandex-sporting crew dripping sweat and grunting all around me intimidate me. I'm nervous every time I go into the gym, wearing my kids' zone claim sticker and workout clothes that most definitely did not come from LuLuLemon. Are they watching and judging me? Do I look completely stupid? How out of shape am I compared to these people?
All stupid thoughts. I know. I'm being honest, here.
I'm afraid that these people have several names for me:
-That Chick That Drops Her iPhone Every Time She Starts Working Out
-The Lady That Got Stuck in Midair Halfway Up Onto The Elliptical
-That Woman Who Fell Off The Elliptical Twice In One Week
-The Nutjob That Closelined Herself With Her Earbud Cords.
All of these things have happened in the gym. When I went on Thursday this week, I was beyond thrilled when I got on the elliptical, worked out, and got off without a single incident. It was like being a normal person! Let me share the learning that occurred during my normal workout.
I have started learning Hebrew as a personal pursuit. I'm serious about growing my relationship with God and think that I need to spend more time in Hebrew and Greek to do it. I'll post more on my reasons for that another time. This time, I was watching a video on Hebrew introductions. I learned that while most verbs have masculine and feminine forms depending on the speaker and addressee, the words "I AM" are gender neutral.
I immediately thought of Genesis 1:27. where the Bible tells us that God, making mankind in His own image, created them as male and female. I also connected to a sermon by our pastor in which he detailed how the person of the Holy Spirit embodies God's feminine qualities, in that the Holy Spirit is a feminine trait to be Comforter and Helper (see: John 14:26 and 15:26). So of course this marriage of feminine and masculine traits would make logical sense in God's nature. God calls Himself "I AM" in Exodus 3:14. To see this mirrored in the grammar of the Hebrew language just confirmed to me of the richness of understanding that comes from word studies! Don't misunderstand me. I still believe in God as Father, and Scriptures refer to Him as such (Romans 8:15, Galatians 4:6, James 1:17). But I see how the feminine and masculine are all wrapped up in His character a little more clearly now.
Please understand I'm not thinking in terms of physical attributes. I'm approaching this from a spiritual and emotional perspective. So the "I AM that I AM" fully knows how a man's mind works, and fully knows (and has empathy for) the convoluted turnings that fill a woman's mind. So when Isaiah (53:4) says that he has "born our sorrows and carried our pains," I have full confidence that God has compassion on and wisdom for both men and women that comes from a place not just of omniscience, but also of firsthand experience. I believe that any debate over whether God is fully male or fully female is moot after my grammar lesson.
So there's my first thought from the elliptical for you.