You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. ~C.S. Lewis.

I don’t like to get out of the shower with my hair wet and water dripping to the floor, so I will frequently turn off the water and sit quietly in the shower, thinking. Sometimes I will take the time to wash my feet or read the labels of my shampoo bottle, and sometimes I will just sit. Sometimes I will pray.

Today as I sat, I was looking at skin and thinking how weird it is, and then started thinking about the entire makeup of the human body – my human body, and had this strange sense of temporary. This body, while a very real part of me, is not all of me. I am not a brain encompassed within a package. I am a soul residing in a body. That C.S. Lewis quote came to mind, the one I only recently understood about not having a soul but being a soul.

Last year I got coffee with my friend Jon-Marc, and can remember a distinct moment where I got completely distracted by his nose, and not for any striking aspect of it but just because I suddenly felt as if I’d never seen a nose before in my life. The whole of his face took me in shock and I realized that for a brief second, I felt as if I was a soul sitting down and having coffee with another soul. The fact that he was housed in a body suddenly became real, because I knew and know that there is more to Jon-Marc than his face and his body. He exists beyond that.

and today I thought of an overwhelming thought while I was trying to reason through the idea that I am encased but not exclusive to my human body, I realized that somewhere in Heaven is a God who created this body for me, for my soul to live in while on earth. It is a way to distinguish me from anybody else. But God knows me without my body. He knows my soul, the core of my existence. He could recognize my soul. Can. He can recognize my soul.

It was kind of overwhelming to start thinking about, so that’s when I decided to get dressed.