… generally I think I am pretty ok with myself, there are a few bits and pieces I will prefer were moulded slightly different, like if I had my way, I will probably be less generous on the waist and be kinder on the hips. But these are nothing in the larger scheme of things, so I take what I am given and swing with it and usually I am very grateful.
But there are those few occasions when I truly wish I was not me. Those times when I face certain vulnerabilities, those times when I love too much, when I empathise deeply, when I feel the pain of physical or emotional separation or withdrawal. Those times when I wish I could lie, when I wish that I don’t care and therefore not feel the pain of caring. Those times when I have great ideas, goals and aspirations but my physical strength would only take me so far. Those times when I want to soothe so many pains, put my hands will only reach so far, those times when I truly want to understand but none of it, not a single one of it makes any sense. Those times when I want to reach God, but He doesn’t seem to exist. Those times when I long to be flawless and all I do is create chaos etc
I guess those times when I behave like a human being, like mere mortal and I just wish I was different, I was divine. Those times when I wish I can take off this garment of mortality, this garment of corruption and put on immortality and incorruption.
That will not happen in this body and I must just learn to accept that His grace is sufficient and that there is a greater one, a greater hand that stirs the course of this life.
Selah!
Beautiful Ivory 