The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart. ~ I Samuel 16:7
Not too long ago, a former colleague dropped by for a visit. We hadn’t seen each other for several years. She greeted me in a rather surprising way. She walked in the door and said: Hi! Yes, I’ve gained weight.
I was somewhat taken aback as I said Hi and hugged her and asked about her life. I like to think that if she knew me better, she would know that wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. How difficult it is in a weight obsessed culture, for anyone to feel completely at ease in their own skin.
Some people are color blind, literally, and some are color blind in a more figurative, ethnic, sense. I’m weight blind. I truly never notice. It isn’t particularly a virtue; it just isn’t what I’m focused on. I’m more inclined to weigh words and moods than pounds.
When my kids were growing up, it became clear we needed to find a different kind of scale- one that would measure emotions. My daughter, who was unfailingly kind and thoughtful, consistently understated any problems. My son was perpetually happy and positive. These are wonderful traits but it made it much more difficult to know what might be weighing on their hearts and I these were hearts that I really wanted to know.
Eventually I developed a new set of household scales. When they were younger, we used it face to face. When they left for college, I asked them to weigh in via phone calls or emails. On a scale from 1 – 10, how’s your heart? I learned that I’m good could be anything from a 4 to a 9 1/2.
God’s seems much more interested in the weight we carry in our hearts, than the weight we carry on our thighs. Maybe we could start a new diet trend, weighing what really matters by asking each other: On a scale from 1 – 10, how’s your heart?