They say that God never gives us more than we can handle. I wonder though, if I have given my body more than it can handle. So many times in my lifetime I have pushed my body far beyond its seeming limits. This is one of those times. I often take it for granted, knowing it will obey my wishes to ascend another flight of steps with a heavy load in my arms. It will continue to clean, scrub, carry, dig, sweep, rake, pull, push, walk, and obey pretty much any command I give it. All the while, my heart continues to beat, my lungs continue to breathe, my stomach continues to digest food, and all of the other millions of functions are carried out without any suggestion from me.
Our bodies are so miraculous. Life is miraculous. It is so easy to forget how amazing it is. People love to see a newborn because it reminds them of just how precious life really is. Of course, it is not only human life. All species, plant and animal, are evidence of amazing intelligence. I know that eventually my body will break down. There will come a day when it will no longer be able to support the life that inhabits it.
I have never understood the way in which people abuse their bodies with drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. They further disregard them by eating non-food and over-eating, placing even more stress on them. My body is a sacred vessel. I love and appreciate my body and all that it does for me. Through my senses, it allows me to experience life. I will overwork again today and for the next several days. I have no choice in that, but all the while I shall be grateful; and when I am finally settled again, I shall give it the care and the rest that it needs.
