As I walked into the facility I had no idea what to expect. My neurologist had completed another round of tests and still was unable to pinpoint the cause of my symptoms. He could see the limping, my lack of balance, and the slow gait but could not find a reason. He prescribed therapy. “If nothing else, he explained, it will strengthen you. Therapy is good for most any illness.”
After discussing with the physical therapist my limitations and symptoms, she determined I should lie down for the exercises. Explaining each movement with precision, being sure to watch carefully so I would not misunderstand, she directed me through them.
To the bystander it would appear I wasn’t doing much of anything. Other patients were bicycling, running, balancing while I lay down, slowly lifting my arms up over my head to touch the wall behind. I felt silly…until the fourth count…I couldn’t get my arms to come down without straining.
Each new exercise revealed more of my inability.
Leaving at a snail’s pace I walked back to the car and struggled to make it home. Crashing into bed, I slept for a couple of hours.
So this is therapy. And I had to go back three times a week!?!?
Have you ever been through therapy — not just physically, but mentally or emotionally? I’ve found some of the most difficult therapy to be in the spiritual realm. God is a tough therapist. He will not leave us disabled. He is about completing the work He began. He will use the necessary training — the discipline needed — to get the job done.
No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees! Make level paths for your feet, so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed.
Our fathers disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may share in His holiness. ~Taken from Hebrews 12