That good work is not a bathing suit body.
How I fit into a garment constructed to allow me in the water is a temporary thing—it will vacillate depending on a hundred little circumstances. The truth from this point is that every time I look in the mirror there will be a new wrinkle, blemish and too much fat and too little muscle. From this point on I will be fighting a battle against gravity. And I could allow this to shake me. To unnerve me. To discourage me.
But I remembered God's truth: outwardly I am wasting away, yet inwardly I am being renewed
day by day.
This truth is the eternal anchor.