This body of mine is not perfect. Sometimes I long for a perfect body. I wish I could write without thinking about every line I make. I wish I could eat without looking like I need a good washing. I wish I could get my own drink and cut my own food. I wish I could drive. Once I poured out my heart to God and begged him to make me whole. "You have a word for all kinds of people in your good book, but I read no words for people such as me. Have you forgotten me?" I called a good friend in tears. She told me to sit tight and she would try and find words in the good book. She soon called back and told me about old man Moses and about St. Paul. She told me St. Paul's words in the book - "I will say this: because these experiences I had were so tremendous, God was afraid I might be puffed up by them; so I was given a physical condition which has been a thorn in my flesh, a messenger from Satan to hurt and bother me and prick my pride. Three different times I begged God to make me well again. Each time he said, "No. But I am with you; that is all you need. My power shows up best in weak people." Now I am glad to be a living demonstration of Christ's power, instead of showing off my own power and abilities. Since I know that it is all for Christ's good, I am quite happy about the "thorn," and about insults, hardships, persecutions, and difficulties; for when I am weak, then I am strong - the less I have, the more I depend on him." When I read that, I cried out for Joy. God loves me more than I can imagine. He created me. He made me like this. He gave me a gift to show all I meet how much he loves them. I am a child of God and I am special to him. I love my Father in heaven.
Heaven's Very Special Gift
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