My walking shoes
I love this quote. Love, love, love. It speaks straight into my soul.
I've also been thinking about rehab. No, not the kind the late Amy Winehouse sang about. I've been sittting around on my lame ankle waiting for it to heal itself. I've ignored it and ran rough on it, which made it worse. When that didn't work I braced it up and babied it for awhile, which kept my pain at the same level. Next I decided "Oh, screw it" and ran on it. Which made it worse again.
The heart is the same way. I've ignored the grievances in my heart, pushed them to the side. Or I've pushed too hard, determined to heal myself and get through it.
I need a physical therapist for my heart...I need to admit my failings and pride and allow God to come in and perform some rehab for me.
Why do I think I can do it myself? Why do I resist asking the only one who can help to help?