Every time I see little Caroline, I say the same thing. "Wow, look at you! You've gotten so big!" She grows like lightning -- new words and big-girl beds and climbing like a monkey. But kids do that. They grow. With us, it's different. Some of us don't grow at all, and some get smaller, and some grow every day. It all depends on who's living inside. The ones who say yes when a King wants to move in (and then keep on saying yes) grow a lot. They can't help it. They'd burst if they didn't. They get more solid and spacious, and they laugh more and worry less. They listen when you talk. It feels good to be around them, sort of like a camp fire. They're warm and comfortable. They feel like home. But they don't know it, and they'd be surprised if you told them. They're just doing what they always do -- making sure the King is comfortable inside.
"Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day." 2 Cor. 4:16.
"[T]wo people may be at the same spot in manners and behavior, and yet one may be getting better and the other worse, which is just the greatest of all differences that could possibly exist between them." George MacDonald