Body Part Bingo

As I get older, I notice more and more my body parts in a sort of a landslide. I know the medical and cosmetic powers-that-be can work wonders these days with surgeries, injections, peels and the like. Tape this part up, snip that part off. I guess it’s too bad I’m not desperate enough, brave enough—or wealthy enough to go any of those directions. Eventually I suppose I’ll probably be looking for more necessary body repairs anyway. A knee here, a hip there. I wonder if they’ll ever come up with a body parts game show. I can just imagine myself saying something like, “Alex, I’ll take ‘Dermabrasion’ for 1,000.” Or better, “I’ll take the intestine to block.” Or even better, “I’d like to buy a bowel, Pat.” The number one most frequently resolved New Year’s goal each year is body-related. Lose some weight. Exercise. Get rid of some of the flab. Do what it takes to get in better shape. It’s good to set a goal to become better stewards of these bodies. We can be more fruitful if we’re healthy. But it’s also healthy to remember that focusing on the body—and its inevitable landslide—will leave us frustrated and sorely disappointed. So maybe it’s also a good time to remember that this body isn’t made to last forever. The good news? It doesn’t have to. First Corinthians 15:51-52, 57-58 says, “Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed—in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move


I’m a list person. Big time. I’ve been known to actually make lists of my lists. I think that means I have a problem. There’s probably a 12-step program. I’m intrigued that they’ll probably need to list the steps. Until there’s an intervention, I’ll just tell you that I’ll keep on listing. My lists help me sort out all the “have to do’s” from the “should have dones” and the “wish I had time to do’s.” One of my favorite things about lists is the sheer pleasure of the checking. Checkmarks are ridiculously satisfying. So much so that I’ve been known to write to-do’s on my list that I’ve already to-done. Just so I can check them off. Looks something like this: Get up Drink coffee   I’ve checked both of those off this morning. The fact that I’m typing is proof. Of both. You may have guessed that I’m not a list person because I’m organized. I’m a list person because I’m not organized by nature and because I forget everything I don’t write down. It’s funny because I saw a tongue-in-cheek to do list that I’d made a few years ago when my five children were little. The list included: get groceries, cut gum out of cat’s fur, pick up dry-cleaning, clean potato chips out of fish tank, buy birthday gift, salvage daughter’s favorite shirt from computer printer, schedule dentist appointments, buy new computer printer, plan nervous breakdown…. I knew it was a joke-list by that last one. Mostly because I never had anywhere near enough time for a nervous breakdown. While things are a different kind of busy these days, there’s still an always-challenging kind of busy. So I’m still making the lists. And I’m still okay with that. I feel like God has always been a

Search High & Low

I just finished digging through my purse for about 20 minutes, desperately searching for a business card that I’d stuck in there a few days ago. Know what I found instead? Yeah, besides the candy bar of unknown origin. Or age. I found instead the list I spent 20 minutes searching for yesterday. I have proven once again that it’s not just about the looking. It’s also about the overlooking. And, multi-tasker that I am, I can do both simultaneously. Even while eating a candy bar. (Don’t judge. It was chocolate. It’s not like I had a choice.) My husband doesn’t judge. He doesn’t even tease me when I can’t find something in my purse. One reason is that he’s a really nice guy. I’m pretty sure the other reason is that he knows I see his office on a regular basis. Not that I’m comparing Richie’s office to my purse or anything. Nevertheless, I have to say, if he added nail polish, some lip gloss and a travel-sized can of hairspray, I could picture myself putting a shoulder strap on that office and hauling it to the mall to find shoes to match. We recently had to rummage through his office on a hunt for his keys. We searched high and low before we found them. I was glad to make it out of there in one piece. And without tetanus. Today I was also rummaging around in Scripture—though it was an entirely different kind of rummaging—and the word “seek” caught my attention. “Seek the Lord and his strength; seek his presence continually!” (Psalm 105:4, ESV). I may look for a business card, look for a list, look for the keys—even look for the candy bar I didn’t know I had. But no search is as vital as this