Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Dear God,

For months my shoulder hurt, injured when I overworked it in my living sanctuary.  I dug up roots, cut down invasive trees, pulled tall weeds, raked leaves and other debris, planted, watered, and moved wheel barrels with heavy clippings, branches, mulch, and dirt.  The trouble was I loved it too much to stop.  When I finally talked with my doctor, he prescribed physical therapy.  But then my husband was diagnosed with heart blockages and I had to put off the therapy for three months to take care of him, two houses, yards, and more.  Two weeks ago I began the arduous work of healing.

Sitting in a physical therapy waiting room watching people come through with walkers, canes, leg boots, and other therapeutic healing aids, I thought of the countless ways the human body can be injured.  I thought of all the hurting inner parts that are not visible from the outside.  In your wisdom you designed persons to help.  Doctors, technicians, nurses, therapists, counselors, and social workers all aid us in our healing.

Finally my name was called and I made my way into the gym where equipment was carefully placed.  First, I got on a stationary bike where I had to warm up my shoulder blades.  What followed was a series of different exercises designed to strengthen muscles around the wounded area.  The first session ended with a deep heat procedure to aid my healing.

What I realized is the merciful way in which you provide care for us.  When we are hurt either through accident, harm, or something stupid like overdoing, you still reach out to us.  You engage in helping us through medicine, therapy, surgery, and sacred whisperings.  You show us the path to healing.  You pour out your love to us in so many ways.  You touch us at every level of life.  You heal again and again.

Thank you,
Great Physician,
for your
loving care.
You are
blessing me
although I
have not
taken good care
of myself.
You reach out
to me
anyway.
Thank you
for lavishing me
with compassion.

Love, Andrea