Healing is a process.
I came home utterly exhausted and deliriously tired after driving to and from one of my church districts the other day. I couldn’t understand why I was so fatigued while one of the church members, at 75 years old could not only drive for a half a day, but also remodel the church basement without a hint of fatigue.
Then I remembered, healing takes time. I understood it a little easier when my incision was not yet fully closed and I was still receiving nutrition via an IV, taking only a few steps a day. However when all visible signs of healing are no longer apparent, and my Garmin registers over 5000 steps it’s easy to forget that I am still mending.
I am learning to be patient with myself. Further, I realize that I cannot compare myself with anyone, not even a 75-year-old robust man. I am to run the race that the Lord has placed before me, at the pace He has set for me.
And let us run with endurance the race that God has set before us. Hebrews 12:1 NLT