the wonders

today is my first day of therapy. 

physical. not mental. 

my doctor wants me to endure twelve sessions over six weeks of physical therapy for my tibia.

you would think that a bone injury wouldn't require therapy, but dr. mclane knows better then i do. 

so i'll endure my six weeks and praise the lord when i can finally jump for joy again. 

during this entire ordeal, i've noticed what amazing things sour bodies can do. 

they are such a blessing.

like they can do just about anything with the proper training. 

if i wanted to be a dancer, my body would eventually bend in ways that aren't natural.

it's kinda really cool that the lord gives us such amazing gifts, like this; and we constantly take it for granted. 

that is, until we can't use it to it's full abilities. 

come what may and love it...:) even if it's therapy 

sunday ramblings

"...the scars of your love leave me breathless.."

so one of my favortie talks in the history of talks in the church is "Come What May, and Love It" for some reason, it's always stuck to me and it's just something good to live by. No matter what happens, love it. because the Lord knows it's EXACTLY what you need to be able to grow to what He wants us to be.

What really sucks is when you have NO CLUE why you were given the trial.

it almost feels like Heavenly Father wants to screw you over, but obvs, we know that he knows all..

being in a boot sucks. and it's only been the second day, i want to poke my eyeballs out. it's awful and i'm not sure, actually, i have to idea as to why NOW i need to be crippled. no clue.

but,

Come What May, and LOVE it.