Last night I had dinner with women friends "of a certain age" and we lamented bodies that are more saggy than they once were.
So when I reached home I pulled out the following quote from my book, GRACE ON THE GO: Quick Prayers for Determined Dieters.
A Prayerful Rumination While Sitting in the Hot Tub at the Ladies Spa
Oh Lord, I almost didn’t step in
When
I saw her sitting there.
Look.
Her belly is smooth satin,
Uncreased. Taut.
Unlike mine.
Since my babies,
Mine has a more interesting texture.
Waffle weave,
Herringbone,
Cablestitch.
It’s as comfortable as an old sweater
Whose pockets sag with treasures.
I need your help, oh Lord,
to celebrate
The richness of my belly
Whose fabric is so well worn.