Originally published Tuesday, 24 September 2013.
I turned twenty-five last Friday. But sometimes I feel eighty years old.
My ankles crack as I descend the stairs. My hips pop. My joints ache. My knees can act as my arch nemeses one day, and the next, as my best friends.
Let's just say that my human body makes it very apparent that life is but a fleeting breath.
Many of my days, I dwell upon the words of the Psalmist:
25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you.
26 My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever (Psalm 73).
Isn't that the truth? We act "brutish and ignorant" (v. 22) in our sin, we grow "envious of the arrogant" (v. 3), and our human understanding is limited (v. 16). Yet all of these point us to our deep need for someone to save us from ourselves. My aching body and my sinful tendencies reveal my own inadequacy!
In this desperate need for a Savior, we can cry, "There is nothing that matches You, O Lord! Only You satisfy. Only You are sufficient. Only You can bring us to glory (v. 24)."
Praise God that everything--all creation--reflects His marvelous grace, even our weaknesses and imperfections. When all else fails, we hope in the Sovereign God who never does!