The wind blows through her hair, tickling her face
and shoulders. She stands, arms outstretched, spinning in the field. The flowers and grass
twist around her ankles and knees. Her skirt twirls out around her. She is alone and she
is happy. The sun beats down on her glistening brow. For the first time in her young life,
she knows what love is.
Her blue eyes sparkle as she thinks of all the things that she’s learned lately.
Her mouth moves into a chesire-cat grin. She falls to her knees. She is completely
overwhelmed with the knowledge of who she is. She feels many years younger than she is.
She feels strong. She feels happy. She is relieved to know that a time will come when she
will be able dance, twirl, and leap all the time. The love in her heart expands to
seemingly embrace the whole world.
She believes what two barely grown men have told her. She believes that Christ died and
suffered, not only for her sins; but, also, to guarantee that someday she will be
resurrected. Someday, her spirit will be united with a perfect immortal body. The very
thought of it makes her heart sing because her mortal body is far from perfect despite her
efforts. She is gladdened to know that someday, thanks to Christ, she will no longer be
plagued with constant pain, fatigue, and nausea. The fact that she has to wait, perhaps
even until the end of time, is meaningless. She basks in the light of knowing that it will
happen, that it is a gift that is promised everyone.
She is so surprised that people everywhere aren’t falling to the ground in awe of
this marvelous blessing. Instead, they focus on Christ’s other promise, the fact that
all repentant sinners will be found blameless before God. She acknowledges this other
blessing;; but, it just doesn’t give her the same thrill that knowing one day she
will be whole again does. She smiles thinking of all the pills that she won’t have to
take anymore, of the running she will be able to do, and of the return of her femininity.
She is amazed with this blessing that is for everyone and not just those who believe. She
thinks of all the crippled children who will be able to walk, of the injured warriors who
will be made whole again, and of all of the people like her, who are afflicted with
mysterious disorders with no cure. She glows from the inside out as she thinks of the
millions upon millions of people who will no longer be broken.
On her knees, she closes her eyes and gives a prayer of thanks to Heavenly Father. She
thanks him for the promise of a perfect body and she thanks him for all the seemingly
small things. She thanks Christ for the sacrifice he made so that she can return to Heaven
again. Her heart is full. She is overwhelmed with the Spirit and shouts to the heavens,
"Thank you!" She smiles and blows a kiss to God and everyone with Him.
