In our present tent-like existence we sigh, since we long to put on the house we will have in heaven.
However, not only creation groans. We, who have the Spirit as the first of God’s gifts, also groan inwardly. We groan as we eagerly wait for our adoption, the freeing of our bodies ⌞from sin⌟.
I find it hard to choose between the two. I would like to leave this life and be with Christ. That’s by far the better choice.
What a miserable person I am! Who will rescue me from my dying body?
I’m telling you a mystery. Not all of us will die, but we will all be changed.
Didn’t you dress me in skin and flesh and weave me together with bones and tendons?