Red Hot Momma’s are always being confronted with new situations. We assess the situation and make adjustments where needed. We find a way to make things work. I dare say problem solving is the Red Hot’s best skill.
But…(and isn’t there always a “but”) even we have our moments of where we just want to run hide in the closet. I think that going to the gym is one of the most trying times in a woman’s life. Most of us spend way too long in the restroom, tugging and stretching on our workout clothes. Psyching ourselves up to walk into a hotbed of beautiful, toned, tanned bodies. (Can I get an Amen?) It takes great courage to take our fluffier selves into the middle of what appears to be a super model photo shoot everyday.
This Red Hot Momma pumps her music really loud in her ears, closes her eyes, and asks the LORD to give her the courage and strength to do what she needs to do today. She also gives herself a pep talk. Mrs. Red Hot says things like “This is about you. Not them. Yes they are beautiful. So are you. GOD loves you all equally. You can do it! You are worth the effort!”.
Once immersed in our own fitness routine, our confidence returns. We are worth it! We feel awesome! Look out world! Until a size 1 woman, who happens to be our age, sits down on the machine beside us. She is fabulous looking and blowing us a way on the rowing machine.
Red Hot Momma’s are tempted to feel jealous. This is where the rubber meets the road of Christianity. We capture the thought and dissect it. Often at the root of jealousy is fear. Fear that we do not measure up. Pardon the pun. Fear that maybe the world is right, our value lies in our looks and we will never be enough. Fear that we lack something that every other woman has or has figured out how to get.
So if anyone out there can relate, here is a simple soulution. Pray. Pray for GOD to change our heart. Pray for Miss Size 1. She needs prayers too. Chances are she is feeling just as inadequate as we are in some area.
Ask the LORD to remind us we are all on the same team. Fighting the real enemy, the world and it’s master, not one another. Carry this truth with you today, Red Hot Momma. You are loved by the King. He thinks you are beautiful. Just the way you are, right now. So do I.