Plastic Surgery

A long time ago, I told myself that if I ever thought I needed plastic surgery, I would instead opt to die a youthful death. I was young when I made this pledge, and foolish. I have thought many times about the fact that I do indeed need plastic surgery if I am to remain youthful, but I have never dared to take the plunge. Nor have I even considered the thought of dying young. 

When I became sealed and raptured into God's millennial kingdom, one of my most pervasive thoughts was that we were supposed to live for a thousand years and more. I agonized over the thought of looking frail and infirm. A few weeks ago, I came across a Scripture in which God promised to renew our youth like the eagles'. I have prayed every day since then that my youth will be renewed, so that I will never have to look frail and infirm.

Yesterday when I woke up, I suddenly noticed that the lines around my eyes had disappeared. The only thing I had done differently is that I made a huge pot of chicken broth and drank it all day long. When I asked the Holy Spirit if that was the solution to my fear of aging, he said yes.

​I am now caught between "a rock and a hard place." I can live frugally on chicken broth and look vibrant and youthful for the next thousand years, or I can continue my love of gourmet foods, and possibly look frail and infirm. I hope that the Holy Spirit has a middle ground.

Amy
Massachusetts, USA