She was standing before me in jeans and
a tee shirt. I studied her carefully and
as I did so, anger began to rise within me.
I hated her.
When I glared at her in hatred, she glared back. When I balled my hands into angry fists, so
did she. When I leaned forward and
braced myself on the bathroom sink, so did she.
I willed her to leave me alone, to go away and never come back, but
every time I looked into the mirror, she was still there.
I moved to the bathroom scale and
stepped on it, closing my eyes and dreading what I might see. Then, peaking at the scale from behind my
fingers, I sighed with relief. I had lost
another pound.
But if I was losing weight, why was I
still so fat?
The problem wasn’t my weight. The problem was that I was searching for my
worth in the mirror and in the number on the scale. I didn’t realize that when you search for
your worth in anything other than Christ, you will be disappointed (at the very
least), and devastated (at the most).
In Jeremiah 2:13, God says, “My people have committed two evils: they
have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for
themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water.”
The difference between a fountain and a
cistern is that God’s fountain of living water already exists in His
presence. You only need to arrive in
order to enjoy it. But a cistern is made
by hand. Hewing a cistern is a hard,
laborious task that gives little profit.
The difference between living water and
the water in cisterns is that living
water is deeply and eternally satisfying.
But the water in cisterns is shallow, unsatisfying, and easily drained.
When
searching for my worth, I had two choices.
I could have chosen to search for it in God. All I needed to do was ask Him to fill me and
sustain me. But instead, I chose my own
broken cistern – or rather, broken mirror.
It was painful to strive after this broken mirror, but I believed it
would be worth it. I believed that being
skinny was better than whatever God had for me. And in the end, after painfully striving after Ana, I found that I wasn't the least bit satisfied. On the contrary, my broken mirror had drained me of my joy.
No one can serve
two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be
devoted to the one and despise the other. (Mat 6:24)
I tried to serve two masters. But you can’t have one hand in sin and one
hand in the church and still expect to be satisfied.
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