How a maternal body can reveal the maternal heart of God
Body/heart. Photo by Steve A Johnson on Unsplash I think I might be one of the few, fortunate women in the U.S. who has spent (most of) her life (mostly) at peace with her body. I long felt right-sized for my height and lifestyle, at home in my clothes and in the space I occupy. Even when pregnant, I felt like a bigger, bolder, more fecund version of myself—powerful, confident, abundant. The wheels, however, started to wobble after my second child was born, when I was 39. Compared to my first postpartum experience, I nursed less, was slower to lose weight, felt more tired with a toddler on hand ... oh, and we were still in the midst of pandemic, which necessitated a lot of emotional-support carbs. So, children + pandemic + aging + hormones + gravity = my body at the heaviest it's ever been, not only by the scale's empirical measurement but also by my personal experience. For the first time in my life I feel like too much for my frame. I sense drag when I walk. My fac...
