My Heavenly Body

Right before Thanksgiving, I fell on the ice. My weight landed entirely on my left hip bone. It swelled up and was bruised and ugly for about a month.

In fact, it still hurts. I stirred something up in there the other day and have been limping ever since.

I’m getting old.

It’s discouraging. I had plans involving physical movement coming up that I’m not sure I’ll be able to do.

Life is hard enough without physical problems getting in the way. To top it all off, I’ve always had bad eyes and they aren’t getting any better.

Having to admit you can’t do stuff anymore is not easy. I’ve witnessed many people handle this decline poorly. I’ve also seen others handle it with grace and patience.

I honestly want to be in the patient and gracious group!

But boy howdy, I’m already struggling to do that, and I aint even that old yet!

We’re all dying. Few deal with that fact, but it stares us in the face daily.

Death is a release; the process of death is miserable.

Right now we’re in a temporal, physical tabernacle. A temporary dwelling place for the soul.

The Believer has the hope of resurrection. Our bodies will be made spiritual and eternal, no longer a temporary tabernacle, but an enduring temple.

I look forward to that day. I hate tents. I like good, solid buildings! Bring it on!

For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven
–2 Corinthians 5:1,2

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