I want to explain something that I have to deal with every day. Every hour. Every minute. —My body.
The Bible says God is in the Mother’s Womb during our Creation. I believe it.
If my body were a vehicle, it would be a WWII Volkswagen Beetle.
The Volkswagen used in WWII, also known as the “Kommandeurswagen,” was not much to look at, but it could take a lick’n and keep on tick’n. It also had 4-wheel drive. In all the War Movies, it’s a Workhorse.
—And that’s my Body.
Someone recently asked me what age I feel.
I’ve thought about that question often.
It was Three Weeks ago, and I still Ponder over it.
He said he felt 27 or 28 years old.
I forget what age I said. It was the age I was feeling that night, though. In that moment. Not on average.
I think Mentally, I feel 38.
My body, though, this “Kommandeurswagen,” feels pretty beaten.
From wearing Diapers until I was 38 years old, to Pee-Bags that I wore on my leg, to a Colostomy and Urostomy. —Over 30 Surgeries…
I feel beaten much of the time.
But I’ve been very successful, considering what the doctors predicted my life to be like. Success doesn’t mean money. I’ve beaten all the odds.
I Graduated College. I had a career. A successful career. A career I’m proud of.
God knew what type of body I would need for the job ahead of me.
And like the WWII Volkswagen, this body has taken a lick’n and kept on tick’n.
God knew what he was doing.
