Spa Survivor
I finally found a Survivor I want to sign up for. It's...SPA SURVIVOR.
Instead of competitions where you end up dragging yourself all across a sandy
desert beach, you have to endure a really rough exfoliator. Yeah, that'll rub
you the wrong way. Competitions could include running with cotton balls between
each toe, finding the way to the ladies' room with a cucumber slice over each
eye and trying to get a credit card out of a tight wallet before the nails are
completely dry. Tough, I know, but I think I could take it. Why, I've even been
known to endure a brow-waxing...and that's brutal, man. I would likely be
willing to endure a seaweed wrap with hardly a whine for the right spa survivor
incentive. A really tight seaweed wrap even.
Okay, in truth, my spa survivor skills are not all that likely to impress. But
have you ever thought about God's Word as our spiritual day spa? It truly is the
most impressive. No brutal brow-waxing or exfoliators. Even when it causes us to
see things in our lives that are a bit painful, God's word always rubs us the
RIGHT way.
Hebrews 4:12 says, "For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any
double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and
marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart." That may sound more
painful than a brow-waxing, but searching the scriptures, studying them,
applying them, meditating on them and making them part of our lives doesn't
simply change the shape of a brow. No, it changes the shape of our lives. As we
focus on his word, we can see our thoughts and attitudes lining up with his
thoughts and attitudes. That's when we can find a whole new depth of real,
purpose-filled life.
The Bible encourages us not to merely survive this life. Who wants to settle for
mere surviving when we can be thriving? It's tribal or non-tribal survival "thrival."
So let's peel those cucumbers off our eyes and look daily into the living,
active word of God. It's grand to thrive! Even if we leave our brows
outrageously furry and decide to EAT the seaweed.
Rhonda Rhea rrhea@juno.com