Training Bras


Lori Dixon shares why she now looks at growing older with optimism.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for? (Song of Solomon 8:8 ESV)

One thing I am truly not a fan of is sitting next to someone and being trained for a new job. Don’t get me wrong, I love to learn and really appreciate opportunities to grow and stretch in my career, but listening to someone drone on for hours is really hard. I like to have my hands on the plow and be productive! There just isn’t else I dislike or find more frustrating.

Or so I thought.

Found out there is something worse – and that is spending eight hours sitting next to a sweet, smart trainer who is built like Barbie. Seriously.

Getting dressed for work now became really awkward as I was keenly aware that my middle-age figure would be squatting next to a woman I did not know could exist outside of plastic surgery . . . and…did I mention how nice she was?

I muddled through the hours, trying not to stare at her Song of Solomon beauty, critically searching for a flaw from the top of her jet black gorgeous hair to her petite manicured toes.  Nothing. I began to feel more and more like the sister who was described as a wall. Not that I am flat and thin, just that I am not . . . Barbie.

Thankfully, as I shared my awe of my trainer’s beauty with my husband, he helped me to snap out of my insecurity after a few days. I realized how foolish I had been comparing myself to a wonderful woman twenty years younger than myself. After all, my body has carried and nursed two beautiful girls. The scar on my nose gives testament of God’s goodness and healing after skin cancer. And my gray hairs are a sign of wisdom. My fifty-years have brought a few changes to myself, to be sure, but what a crazy, wonderful journey I’ve had.  And each passing year signified more opportunities to minister and to nurture my family.

As for Barbie, we’ve become the best of friends and she’s asked me to give the toast to the Bride and Groom at her wedding. Yes, it would appear that wall-flowers and Belle-of-the-balls have a bit more in common than they think . . . if they just give each other the chance to get deeper than the surface.

Father, thank You for creating women in all different shapes and sizes. Forgive us for standing in front of mirrors and cursing what You’ve blessed us with. Help us to stop judging others . . . and ourselves. Holy Spirit fill us to overflow that we would have the discipline to take care of our temples while still loving on our sisters in Christ without comparisons. In Jesus’ name, Amen!




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