That which does not kill us makes us stronger. I have had this said to me many times through my life and have said it to myself through the trials I have faced. It holds true even today, yet I took it almost too literally for too long and almost found myself dead. Really in many ways, I was dead emotionally and spiritually. It is likely that I was also closer to being physically dead than I care to realize.
To become stronger has taken a lot of time to heal and recover. I have been one that self-diagnoses, self-treats and self-recovers. I sought no one’s help and little input or support throughout my life. Yet, I learned the hard way, which is often the case with me, that just as one who has a broken leg goes to a doctor to receive treatment one with a broken soul needs to go to the Doctor to receive treatment. The Doctor made a house call or more appropriately a restaurant call such as it was in my case. Now I see the Doctor daily. I speak to the Teacher continuously. I am touched by the Word and the Grace of God constantly. He guides me, leads me, encourages me and I am inclined now to share my experience, understandings, ideas and thoughts, praying it will make a difference in someone else’s life. Amen!
And He inclined to me, and heard my cry. He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, laid my footsteps firm. He has put a new song in my mouth – Praise to our God!
Psalm 40:1 – 3
