1 Corinthians 6:19-20 (NIV)
Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.
The Holy Spirit deserves a nice place to reside inside me, so I put up a sign, “Excuse the Fat Cells, I am Under Construction” and headed to the gym. The treadmill was great for cardio and the weight machines worked on targeted muscle groups, but I wanted a little more. I wanted to tone my core.
After grabbing a free weight, I laid on my back on a bench. I held onto the weight stretching my arms over my head and proceeded to lift my arms so they were stretched out straight in front of me. I then returned my arms to the starting position over my head. I moved in repetition until I felt, and heard, a “pop” in my right shoulder.
Speed forward 19 months after taking a short round of steroids followed by physical therapy sessions. Neither has brought healing to this valuable joint. I realize I am too young to live with limited strength and mobility and constant pain. It is time to take down the sign, “Excuse the Fat Cells, I am Under Construction” and replace it with, “Out of Order” hung from my right shoulder as surgery is scheduled for Wednesday, August 29, 2012.
I am weary at the thought of training my non-dominant left hand/arm to pull the weight of two hands/arms. This will be a time of revelation and appreciation for all that my right hand/arm has done for me all my life.
Even though I have a skilled surgeon, helpful family and friends, prayer partners and an awesome Physical Therapist, my humanness kicks in and I feel anxious. For the next few weeks, I know I will lose my independence. However, God has a promise for me in Isaiah 41:13 (NIV), For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you. My creator, who knows me better than anyone listed above, will be right next to me! He will gently hold my hand as my arm rests in a sling.
The Holy Spirit, surrounded by fat cells, has hung his own sign: “Home Sweet Home”. 🙂
My next blog will be a solo effort from my left hand.