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DAY 23

Read: Luke 12:1-34

I hate physical therapy. Just hate it. I go twice a week.

But it’s not for me. It’s for my 13-year-old daughter who’s been dealing with a knee injury for almost a year. The one-year anniversary of her injury is just days away, and neither of us can believe we’re still dealing with this stubborn knee a full year later.

So we go to physical therapy. Every Monday and Wednesday. And I hate it.

All I can do is sit there . . . while they strap extra weight around her ankle and make her exercise the leg that has atrophied from non-use. All I can do is watch . . . while she presses her lips together tight, because it hurts. All I can do is try not to yell at the people . . . the ones pushing on her leg, making my little girl hurt.

I know. They’re doing their job. They’re helping her strengthen her leg so she can walk again without pain.

But after all this time, it’s still not better. And it doesn’t feel like much progress has been made. We’re frustrated that it’s taking SO LONG to heal. And the truth is . . . there are days when we’re worried it might not ever heal, and the pain she’s in every day might last, it might be her new normal. Her dreams of dancing have been dying, a little bit more every day. It’s been a slow death, the kind that eats away at hope — hope for recovery.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried that this is our new normal. That this is her new normal. That she’ll never be able to walk again without pain. That she’ll never be able to jump and play like her friends. That she’ll be relegated to the sidelines for the rest of her life. And I hate it. I hate that I can’t fix it. I can’t make her knee better. I can’t make the pain go away.

The pain is as much in her heart as her knee. And that’s the worst part of all.

“Jesus said to His disciples: ‘Therefore I tell you, don’t worry about your life, what you will eat; or about the body, what you will wear.'”

I’m not worried about what I’ll eat or what I’ll wear. But I confess I’ve been worried about the body of a tiny 13-year-old who can’t walk without pain.

Jesus tells us not to worry. But to seek first His kingdom. And right now, that’s all I can do. Every minute, every day. I’m seeking His face. Because He’s the only source of any real hope.

Denise J. Hughes

A lover of words and the Word. Author of #DeeperWaters and the #WordWriters Bible studies.

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