The human body moans for release every single day.
As I ponder my age and look back in time, I find the mirage of a delusive story: I am invincible; I will never die.
Such was the gossip in Eden.
God redirects my distraction through His story.
Five years ago, I was diagnosed with a condition that required surgical resection of my lower jaw. In twelve hours of involved procedure, I lost my jaw, my lower teeth, my fibula, and scraps of donor skin. I lost 25 pounds that week. I was told to expect major adjustments.
The road to recovery was brutal. I took liquid food for three years. Depression crept insidiously.
It was a perfect storm.
But, if it were not for God's sanctification narrative, I would have remained detached from reality.
I am weak.
I will die.
But Christ is strong.
I will be made strong.
I will live forever.
