The worse part of physical therapy is the bike. Other exercises I can get through faster by not resting long before my next stretch, pull, push or press. But on the bike no matter how fast I go, I don’t decrease the time it takes because I’m on it for a set amount of time.
Yeah, I kreein’ hate that bike.
I always came to trails saying, “God, please teach me my lesson fast so I can move past this.” While I think it’s ok to want out of a trail fast I think that sometimes God could be teaching us endurance. To withstand the devil and hard times for a long period of time.
Right now that reminds me of what I’m facing now. Addiction and feelings don’t fade over night. I’m going to press on as fast as I can but God might be working
After I was done with physical therapy for the first time, I was talking to Edward’s accountability partner. Edward is looking for a career in medicine and physical therapist hit me as his speed. Most time is spent one on one. I’ve been two more times and I still stand by that. In fact I’m loving the environment there and I think I know why.
I love a challenge that will improve me or a friend. But if I’m going it alone I have a bad habit thinking I’m doing nothing. In physical therapy, there is a challenging environment that I’ve improving my health (physically and spiritually because I’m trying to use it learn about “spiritual therapy”). Yes, it hurts but I’m already stronger.
I love it when I’m around some that I feel challenges my spiritually. They help me grow in God’s strength.