Inspiration from Petra Pierre - Robertson

 " ... the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work. " ( Ephesians 4:16) I thought it was gone. I mean, this was years later. The days of resting, icing and elevating the injured leg were over. I had obeyed. I had done what the Orthopedic Doctor had instructed. Then came that one sharp movement. I tried exerting force to close a stiff door with my hand. My leg twisted at that awkward angle and reminded me that 'it was present with me' (Romans 7:21). It was not gone as I had thought. It was just that I had found ways of living with it. I no longer turned at a particular angle, I no longer did particular exercises, I eased the pressure off certain areas, I tried hard to avoid complacency, and I did my therapy. However in spite of my best effort, I still felt the grim effects of its presence. Grim reminders Sin is also an injury we have to live with. To circumvent the negative e

  I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel (Jeremiah 18:3) Working at the wheel The scent was lovely. It was the scent of a pot bubbling in the kitchen. The sizzling sound of something screaming as it came into contact with hot oil...then the scent of the aftermath filtering out of the door, roof, windows and crevices of the kitchen wall. I inhaled deeply anticipating lunch. Anticipating lunch! The first time I saw the process my eyes widened.  I was just a child. Aghast, an exclamation burst from my lips:    “That!” My mom was throwing garlic, onion, and a lot of other stuff I hated, into the pot.    “That is the cause of the nice scent I get?” She nodded. Stunned, I watched the entire process behind the scenes.   It  bore little resemblance to what was aesthetically set out on the table at mealtime. I liked the meal, until I saw what took place behind the scenes.   I heard my mom mutter:    “So now that you have seen what goes into making