“Jesus, Son of David”
“Have mercy on me.”
It’s the latest lesson I have been learning in this Season of Restoration. Mercy. Sometimes I feel like I should be swimming in Mercy, I’ve asked for it so often recently. But this Season has wrung a NEW cry out of my heart that hadn’t been expressed before.
My Doctor, and just about every website I’ve checked into, says that Fibromyalgia doesn’t respond to many treatments except for one: Exercise. So I have been searching through You-tube Yoga Videos, trying to find a new and improved program to jumpstart my pain relief.
Over the years, I have “Sweated With The Oldies,” “Walked Away the Pounds,” and even bought my own copy of Stormie Omartian’s ’80’s workout (remember neon-legwarmers?) Just ask my Homeschooling Friends, we’ve run the gamut of pre-recorded Health & Fitness programs. But my favorite workout was always an old-fashion Hike in the Woods. My own goal is to get back to that ability. I’ve dreamed about the day that I can do that again, and it’s not coming fast enough to satisfy my own agenda.
Hence the push to “push myself.”
I found a gentle yoga workout, designed specifically for those with RA and joint pain, several months ago. And I’ve been faithfully using it most every day. But last week I grew impatient when the results seemed so slow in showing themselves. So I moved up to a more difficult workout. And there was not much sleep for 3 nights in a row. The classic sign that my body was not happy with something.
In that night time silence, where I’m learning to quiet my thoughts, I heard Jesus whisper to me,