Wobbling Arms.

This morning I was watching Mickey Mouse with my sick baby. Goofy was training for the obstacle course, but he was having trouble jumping due to his two left feet (true story). So, Mickey and Pluto volunteered to help him work with his two left feet to use as an advantage to win the obstacle course and receive a shiny hold medal. You should know how the end played out, it's a Disney show after all. Goofy used those two left feet to win a medal! 

Goofy's feet remind me of my arms. My mom always said I inherited my grandmothers arms (which is not a compliment). It is the Wobbling curse. Don't get me wrong, I loved my grandma. But, I strongly dislike my lunch lady arms, or bus driver flaps, or turkey gobblers. I have heard them referred to as many different things, but hopefully you know what I'm talking about (the fat on your arms that moves whenever you wave or shake your arm). My arms have gone thru lots of changes, bigger to smaller, but mostly smaller to bigger. I fight them all the time. Thus, why I am donating this shirt:

This shirt fits, but the sleeves are almost uncomfortably tight. I need to give it to someone that does not have lunch lady arm syndrome. 

But in the end, how can I use my arms to my advantage? How can I make my disadvantage an advantage? Then I remember all the times this morning I spent cleaning up after my daughter because she is too little to understand her bodily functions. I can use my arms to serve. I can use my arms to hug my daughter and lift her up when she feels sick or needs encouragement. I can glorify God because I have arms to lift up to him in praise. I can thank God that I am uniquely made, bus driver flaps and all!