As I stare into the mirror, I see objectively—sans ego—a weathered face that has endured seventy-five summers and winters. I see a body that is betraying the Ghost that moves this pen. Each day, each hour, each minute, time seems to abrade my exterior with debilitating constancy.
The apostle warns us of this betrayal, this inevitable breakdown of the earthly body. Paul calls it a “bondage of corruption.” Not an ethical corruption of the spirit for us the elect, but an enslavement to a deteriorating earthen house. At present, it is as if we are existing in an adobe house that is melting down, back into the elemental clay.
Our bodies are betraying us. Not by accident, “but by reason of Him who has subjected the same [us, the creation] in hope.” God has ordained a certain amount of suffering for all of us to go through. Solomon wrote about…
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Precious Sheep Of Renown 
I’m having issues lately with writing. I have SO MUCH to share, but each time I begin to write, my thoughts seem to fade.
I think I am simply overly-tired from thinking too much. Yes! Think less; write more. 💥
Always remember the best words written are not from constantly trying to write just the right thing, but I think you you answered your own dilema when you said “Yes! Think less; write more. 💥”.
You have a beautiful website. Blessings.
Julia
You are so kind. Thank you!
Dust with hope blowing in the wind of God’s spitit. LOLGB+
Very well said! Brings to mind the song “Dust in the wind” Enjoy.
Blessings Always.
Julia
Thanks! Really love that song.