Mom is usually right. I have to continually remind myself that she has been on this Earth a little longer than I, and therefore deserves the benefit of the doubt when it comes to rightness. 😁
A couple of months ago I started a new fitness challenge. Every 28 days is a different set of exercises. They are more focused on toning and building muscle, so I didn't realize that although the scale wasn't budging, I was getting smaller.
The first month I accepted that I had not lost any weight, but I was down a dress size so I was good. The second month, I was a bit frustrated that I had not lost any weight and I mentioned it to my mom. She told me the scale was broken. That was hard to believe because it was a digital scale. And so I embraced that the scale was right and Mom was wrong.
The third month, the same thing happened. I lost half a pound and was down another dress size. Mom reemphasized that the scale was wrong and I needed to throw it away. I didn't.
What I did do was go to the doctor, and while I was there they weighed me and I had lost 10 lbs. I told Mom what every mother loves to hear: You were right.
But the words were not just for her, they were for me, too. They were for me to remember that God hears every petition big and small. And that if we ask he will send the answer through a person, an experience, or quiet knowing. And she sent to me answers in every way in my situation.
I saw my body getting smaller. I saw my dress size getting lower. My mother told me I was losing weight. But just like anything else, we have to choose to listen. And finally I listened.
And I promise it won't take me 90 days the next time to hear it!
Have a fantastic weekend! 🥳🎉🙌🏾