#SEVEN
“Are you comfortable?” asked the doctor as he adjusted the long hose that connected to the jar. “I’m okay” I said as my eyes locked in on the clear, empty jar that stood alone in the middle of the metal table. It was quiet. Eerily so. Except for the faint sound of my sixteen-year-old body being emptied. Emptied into the jar. Tears filled my eyes as I a sat there staring at the jar. A jar that was filled with parts of me. “Don’t cry. Everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.”, I told myself. And when the jar was almost filled, I got up and walked towards the door. As I walked through the door, I looked back one last time at the jar in the middle of the metal table filled with parts of me and I knew something about my life would never be the same.
If I could go back and have a conversation with my 13-year-old self, I would tell her to guard her body. I would tell her that her body is not a tool to gain the love and affection of others, but one her most valuable and precious assets. I would tell her that her body is the temple of the Holy Spirit and should be protected at all costs. And I would tell her that one way she can honor God is to honor her body.
Truth #7
Honor Your Body
“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.” (1 Corinthians 6:19-20 New International Version)
Karris