This post is odd. I own that. If you dare read on, you'll understand why.
This week I had to do something hard. Our dog of 12 years was involved in an accident that led me to the decision to have him put to sleep.
In the conversations with the vet, I had an aha moment. He examined Baxter the wonder dog and made his assessment. He told me, "The wounds will heal. It's the paralysis that will take his life."
Something in my mind recorded that statement and it has been on repeat ever since.
Because emotionally, I think that's so true. At least it has been for me. As I have looked to God to heal my heart, I have also been protective and cautious, even to the point of paralysis.
My trust was wounded. And to protect myself, I trusted no one. Paralysis.
My relationships were broken. To keep from being hurt again, I isolated. Paralysis.
My feelings were hurt. So I wouldn't feel at all. Paralysis.
I know that seems like a stretch. I am ok with you thinking I am the weirdest person ever. I don't see Jesus in the Parkay or pretend that God spoke through the vet. I know He could. But, what I do know is this: I learned a truth in life. It's not the wounds that will take my life. But, if I become paralyzed in my emotions, that will take the life out of me.
Not really where I want to live.
So, as hard as this week has been, I have learned a valuable lesson. I'm not willing to go through life wounded and paralyzed.