This morning I did not get hit by a truck. And my legs hurt. And that’s a good thing.
Please understand, in true southern Californian style I commute, sometimes more than once daily, on one of the busiest and accident-prone segments of the American freeway system (“the 91”). I started last week by getting rear-ended on this segment of freeway by a utility truck pushed into me by a semi. It took hours and hours to get everything resolved and the car repaired (and it’s not over).
Last week, when I was rear-ended, I was headed into OC to my gym to try to get back on track with my work-outs. Of course burning over an hour on the side of the freeway waiting for the CHP blew that plan away. But I did get exercise. God exercised my patience. He exercised my love. He exercised my kindness. He even exercised my joy. And of course, as with all exercise it was uncomfortable, but it produced results I have to like.
Today, I was not hit by a truck. Instead I made it into the gym and re-started my routine. This time I exercised my body, so my legs hurt now. But that’s ok—I’ll like the results (assuming I stay with the exercise). I’ll be stronger and healthier, and that’s worth the pain.
Interesting. Both getting hit by a truck AND my legs hurting turn out to be good for me.
I don’t know what else is going to happen this week. I may well hurt in one way or another. But I am confident of this—God is at work in my life and one way or another he will turn my hurt into strength. It’s what he does.
All I have to do is let him exercise me.