King's Daughter's Kitchen

I claim the natural limit to my life in Genesis 6:3 “My Spirit shall not always strive with man, for he also is flesh: yet his days shall be one hundred and twenty years.” My body is the temple of the Holy Spirit. I take care of it as if it belongs to its Maker. I try to:

Make conscious choices to put clean foods in it

Keep it clean

Exercise it

Take it to right, fun, safe places

Rest it well

Give it permission to enjoy life, to laugh, and to be free

Stay in close communication with its Maker

Feed it with the Maker’s Word

Give it enough water (I’m not good at this)

Look for places where it can be useful and where it can show its Maker’s love

I take care of it as if I have a guest living inside. My body is not mine. Inside is the person of the Holy Spirit. I walk into places bringing my Jesus always with me, so I should live a long time.

I have done a lot of stupid and lived the results. I know what doing it alone feels like.

I don’t want to gross out the Holy Spirit or shame myself. I don’t want Him to move out. I know now that I am not meant to do life alone. I need my Jesus always. I never want to knowingly dishonor My Holy Maker.