I look in the mirror, and I don’t look much like Jesus. I look like a homeschooling writer mom hanging on by a thread: rumpled clothes because I had no time to iron and graying hair that was brushed hours ago. Smile lines crinkle around my eyes. Middle age spread is spreading around my middle. Looking at my spattered apron, you’d have no idea that Jesus lives in me.
Yet His Word says we’re temples of His Holy Spirit. [Read more…]