(A note: Blogger has changed its look and format. I am trying to figure it out. If posts occur on the wrong day, please forgive me. What can I say? I'm technologically challenged!)
A lesson at church on Sunday reminded women to be patient with themselves. I appreciated this counsel as I struggle with patience, both with myself and with others.
A recent experience at physical therapy brought home the need for patience, especially with myself. The therapist has had me using a weight machine, lifting and pushing increasing amounts of weight with my legs. I had steadily progressed from 60 to 80 to 100 pounds and was feeling pretty good about it. On that day, I had resolved to reach 120 pounds.
I managed two feeble repetitions and had to admit that I couldn't do any more My kind therapist said not to push myself and took the weight back to 100 pounds. Still, I was disappointed in myself, in what I perceived as my lack of progress. Mentally, I castigated myself, using words I would never use to a family member or friend. Why couldn't I accept that I am still recovering from a major operation and that it will take a while to get to where I want to be in terms of strength and endurance?
This I know for sure: patience is a gift from the Father; if I want to receive it and to give it, I need to find it for myself first.
Yeah, I'm not thrilled with the changes with Blogger. Anyway, be patient with yourself. 100 pounds seems like a good thing.
ReplyDelete100 pounds of dead weight is nothing to sneeze at. I know. I have to get MIna out of bed some mornings. . .
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