My body took a minor beating this weekend. I was stung by a bee, developed a fierce ingrown nose hair, and tweaked my shoulder while weightlifting. Strangely, I didn’t react to the bee sting until two days later when I woke up with swelling, redness, and a noticeable heat emanating from the sting site. On the same day, my nose hair became more painful than the bee sting, and I almost dropped a cup of scalding coffee when I extended my shoulder at the wrong angle.

The combination of these mild maladies was enough for me to remember that I’m no longer eighteen, and to attempt leveraging some sympathy out of Jessica. However, the craziest thing happened last night when I was sleeping.

I started to heal.

This morning the swelling was down on my arm, I could touch my nose without crying, and my shoulder is well on its way to recovery. Granted, it’s not the most impressive miracle in the world but it’s still a testimony to the amazing, God-given power resident in the human body. Even as we age and move closer to our final days, our bodies continue to work miracles of physical healing, reminding us that life is still at work in the midst of death.

The Apostle Paul said it this way: “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.” (2 Corinthians 4:16)