So today is a ‘let it simmer’ kind of day. You know what I mean?
I rolled out of bed rather reluctantly, muttering under my breath something about, “I am so sick and tired of being sick and tired…” I made my smoothie and my tea. I got in the car and drove to the physical therapist. When she asked me how I was doing, I admitted that I was feeling frustrated, defeated, and maybe even hopeless.
In her gentle physical therapy whisperer way, she put her hands on me, played an audio recording that spoke directly to my need, and spoke directly to my body, soul, and spirit.
Her words, and the words on the recording, reminded me that I had just celebrated in this blog yesterday the fact that I have been blessed by this illness. Blessed to pause. Blessed to process. And, as I see in the first paragraph I wrote above, I have been blessed with a home, a rather comfortable bed, tea, the luxury of a smoothie every morning, a vehicle, and the privilege of going to physical therapy once a week.
And not just any physical therapy — a physical therapy session wherein my therapist speaks Biblical words of truth into my life.
And it’s not oppressive. Or preachy. Or false. It is true.
How do I know it’s true? Because as I am lying on the table, feeling her hands on my head, hearing her utter simple words of truth, I feel tears — soft, quiet, tears — dripping down my face.
She’s known me for two months, yet God’s spirit inhabiting her could see the need in my spirit and speak directly to me. I don’t even remember what she said to tell you the truth. All I know is that in those moments on that table I was reminded that He loves me, He pursues me, and He will heal me.
Yeah, I’m just gonna let that simmer for a bit today.
Let the one who is wise heed these things
and ponder the loving deeds of the Lord.