Today's Post

The Redeemer of Our Pain

by in:Encouragement

I was about 12 years old at the time, sitting in the physical therapy room at the pediatric hospital. I had been going there consistently for 10 years, and I would go another 5 before I was finally deemed too old -- not miraculously healed. If someone could be a professional physical therapy go-er, I would have earned the title. That’s what life looks like when you’re born with a physical disability. This time, like every time, I wasn’t terribly enthusiastic about being there. It was hard and exhausting and not fun, and I could think of a hundred other things I would rather have been doing. ...

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