*Showered standing up for the first time since getting out of the hospital *Made the bed this morning
When I was a runner, I usually ran at around 7mph. In PT this morning they started me off on the treadmill at .7 mph. That .7 mph felt every bit as good as 7 mph ever did, maybe better.
My PT has a special interest in MS, which is even more awesome than how easy she is on the eyes. She’s also really sweet and she inspires my confidence. I feel so blessed to have worked with so many amazing PT’s. Today, for the first time, I had a clear vision of myself completely back to normal. I was actually running again. Only in that vision I was running as a man who knows what it feels like to be paralyzed. I assure you, no human being has ever run with such power and freedom.
As I have written, I usually don’t find traditional language helpful, but just so you know how I think: for me Christ is powerfully present in these notions of healing, freedom, power, joy, and redemption. And certainly in this miraculous resurrection that is happening in my own body. That’s normally how I think, but would usually just observe, treasure, and experience God there without necessarily naming it, just as Mary “pondered these things in her heart.” The older I get, the less vocal I am about specific ways I experience God, and the more I just silently ponder and love God in my heart.