My body is becoming as old as I thought it once would be. But the reality is jarring.

Apparently, I have arthritis in my spine, and my eye has developed something called “white space”–a benign condition that my optometrist calls “a whole lot of nothing.”

That made me giggle, and how, too, the rest of me is following suit–becoming “a whole lot of nothing” as the years wear on and so do the very cells inside of me.

It’s yet another reason I’m fascinated by the God who loves me so, knowing He's not going anywhere but closer to me as I get farther away from the woman I used to be.

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