The "whole" body

I like to think of my commute to work in the morning as my "sermon hour." Usually, the radio station I listen to has a preacher speaking instead of music that early in the morning. Today's lesson, if you will, was about the concept of the "whole" resurrected body that Paul talks about in 1 Corinthians. It was about the idea that Jesus will make all things new again when He calls us Home. Next week, it will be two years since Gracie made her home in Heaven, and the concept of this "whole" body caught my attention this morning. It's true. She is whole. The cancer can't win anymore. She's not suffering from the pain of chemo or the fright of losing her hair. She's not tired from the battle that she had to fight for two years down here. She's whole. It's easy to cry these days, but it was actually easy to smile this morning too while I was listening to that pastor speak. I'm so thankful that she's whole now. I miss holding her and cuddling with her, but I know that she's complete and healthy again. No more cancer, no more sickness, my girl's 100%. I heard the latest song by the singer Steven Curtis Chapman on the radio this afternoon as well, and there's a line in that song that struck me. It sort of tied together the day for me. "The cancer is gone." Hallelujah! As much as it stings sometimes, that truth sets my pain free. God bless..