Reach out to others

I met her over the summer.

We connected right away.

You know what I mean??

She made me do ridiculous 

exercises and movements to

bring back feeling in my arm.

To gain strength that was lost.

She worked out the nerve that

was causing so much

grief in my life.

That pinched nerve....

All part of God's plan.

Of me meeting her.

Her meeting me.

All perfectly designed.

She climbs down on the floor with me.

Both of us laying on blue mats.

Stretching.

Her head turning to me,

Looking for advice.

Our stories where the same.

Mine lived out years ago.

Her living it right now

in the moment.

Over the couple of months we talked.

And when the time came when I no longer needed 

physical therapy.

Both of us grateful

for what the other had done.

If you saw me sitting on the 

side of the road 

my face buried in my hands,

tears streaming.

You'd stop right?

What if I told you I just couldn't run anymore.

What if I told you that

someone tripped me, 

just stuck out their foot and 

watched me fall.

You would reach out your hand, 

and help me to my feet.

 Put your arms around me, to help me while 

I got my balance,

you'd tell me that someone

tripped you once too.

But that I shouldn't  give up.

Right??

When your hands are reaching out.

When your arms help steady those who are wobbly,

there is no room in your arms 

for those

disappointments, hurts and rejections.

 Has God brought someone into 
your life to help??