It’s tough getting older. My left foot got really sore after playing basketball one evening a few weeks ago. I don’t remember twisting or jolting it. After playing the full hour-and-a-half the gym was available, I got in my car and the pain ambushed me. At home I took some ibuprofen, iced my ankle and put it up. Sleeping that night and the next was very difficult because of the pain, so my wife insisted that I go to urgent care the following morning.
The doctor had an x-ray done and declared that I had broken the largest bone in my foot. The nurse put a partial cast on it. The specialist wouldn’t be available for almost a week, so I had to use crutches and faced all the other limitations of wearing a cast until then. The doctor then forbade me to put even the slightest pressure on my foot and gave me prescriptions for Motrin and vicodin (Can I get a shout out from all you House fans?).
Taking a shower wasn’t easy. I had to put a chair next to the shower to carefully ease my way in. My injured foot, tied up in a garbage bag to keep from getting wet, hung outside of the shower while I balanced on my good foot in the shower. I wasn’t even allowed to drive because of the medication. It was a lot to go through for an injury I can’t even remember doing.
When the appointment finally came around, the orthopedic doctor poked my foot and twisted it back and forth in every direction. There was no pain. I know what you’re thinking, but this is no miracle. He looked at the x-rays I brought from the urgent care visit and informed me that he couldn’t see where the broken bone was. It was a misdiagnosis. Walking towards my wife who was talking with the receptionist, I held my crutches in the air and shouted “This place is awesome! This is my first visit and I don’t need these anymore.”
Though we know God is with us through his Spirit, we sometimes act as if he’s taken a vacation from is divine duties. We unnecessarily cripple ours abundant-life experiences by misdiagnosing his participation in our lives, working all things out for our good. But he is with you, and he has called you to freedom.
Maybe it’s time to stop acting like your crippled on your spiritual walk.
My first few steps free of the cast felt a little funny because I’d been off that foot for several days. But, it felt good to be free. I went home and took a shower just because I could do it so easily (and because my foot had gotten a bit stinky).
What could you be doing with your spiritual freedom?