If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it in for a newer model . . .
- I have lumps and dents and scratches in my finish, and my paint job is
getting a little dull - but that's not the worst of it.
- My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as sleek as
a little MG - now they look more like my mom's Buick.
- My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging.
- Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Ben & Jerry's opened a shop in my
neighbourhood.
- Air bags? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my eyes. Not
counting the saddlebags, of course.
- I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places and
seen many things, but when is the last time an appraiser factored life
experiences against depreciation?
- My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close.
- My reaction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and
bump into things even in the best of weather.
- My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to reach my
maximum speed.
- I'm burning fuel at an inefficient rate. But here's the worst of it: almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter, I leak fluids. I'm so ready for a trade in! Anyone know where I can get a good deal?
Praise the Lord, we know one day we will get a new body. That's a trade-in every believer looks forward to!