Tuesday, September 12, 2006

...held together by what every joint supplies...

"Mama Jac. I go potty in the potty!"

Those are the words I heard over the phone last Saturday when Levi was about 6 hours into his first potty training day. My heart melted. By the end of the "conversation" tears were streaming down my face. As I hung up the phone I realized that in the 3 weeks of frustration over my broken bones and nonfunctional elbow, I have not had one single ocassion where I felt like crying about it. Yet a simple 3 minute call from my grandbaby easily reduced me to a blubbering mess.

Why?

We yearn for true relationship and all that it brings. And I think we cry about things that touch our hearts. My arm problem is a nuisance or at best, an object lesson, but my grandbaby is a living piece of me, my life, my heart. My relationship with Levi (and with others) is a "joint" that supplies the nourishment that holds us together. If the cohesive properties of any component of our physical bodies were to be compromised, our bodies would become disjointed and sick. Kind of like a broken bone. But when our parts are joined together properly, health and healing flows. God sure knew what he was doing when he spoke of the "Body of Christ". We are held one to another by that which every joint supplies. I just love that!

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