MaeLyn's Musings

As I've visited with a physical therapist once a week for the last few weeks to work on regaining mobility and strength in my arm after dislocating my shoulder a month or so ago, I've pondered this analogy. In many ways, God is like a good physical therapist. We turn to Him when we are in pain, feeling weak, or inadequate. When we are strong and healthy, we can feel we have no need for Him. He acknowledges our pain and weaknesses. He knows they are real and He is willing to work with us as we are. He sees our great potential, and what we can achieve if we commit ourselves. He knows that we can be strong and powerful, and free of the pains that come from weaknesses. He has the wisdom to know how to help us, to know what we need to experience to help us overcome our weaknesses. He gives us challenges and trials that he knows will stretch us, strengthen us, and increase our natural abilities. The things he asks us to do aren't often easy, and sometimes they are very ha...

I recognized the tall red office building the first time I saw it. It looked the same as it had when I'd looked it up on Google maps, street view. In fact, I'd already pulled into the parking lot, and was hurrying through the snowy drizzle to the front door before I saw the number on the building. This was it, though. I pulled open the front door with my left hand and walked in. On the wall to the right, next to the elevator was a directory. The office I was looking for listed, #227, just like it said on the paper in the folder clutched under my left arm. To the left was a staircase. I made my way up the stairs carefully, and soon found myself in a maze of offices. Should I take the hall to the left or the hall to the right? I wondered. I assumed that the hall went around in a circle, and that I'd get there one way or another, so I chose the hall on the left. I passed several doors, some with labels, others without, until I came to #227, and opened the door. I had no soon...