Remember when I was in middle school?
Remember when I tried on a push up bra for the first time and Katie laughed at the sight of me?
Remember how I prayed through the rest of my teenage years that one day my boobs would be bigger than hers?
I didn’t mean it.
No, that’s not true. I did mean it. But I’ve changed my mind.
See, I thought that You already answered that prayer with a resounding NO. But now that I’m pregnant and now that my body’s taking on a new shape little by little every day, I’ve realized that 1) I didn’t quite understand what I was asking for back then and 2) there’s a chance that your answer wasn’t a no, but instead, “Hold on.” So being older, wiser and kinda nervous about my newly evolving body, I’d like to amend my former prayers regarding my bra size.
1) May I please be ever in comfortable proportion to the rest of my body?
2) May Your will be done?
I don’t want it any other way.
In the name of Jesus, Amen.