Working Out is Hazardous…But in a Good Way

Sometimes God reminds me of His goodness through the encouraging words of a friend. Other times, He reveals it in the beauty of fall sunshine. And occasionally, He uses a twisted knee.

See, I work out on most days, even if it’s just for 20 minutes. Not purely for buffness (ha!), but for stress relief and for at least a teeny bit of leeway in terms of carb consumption. Recently, I became overzealous in attempting to follow the 25-year-old leading the workout video, and as soon as I completed one of the more vigorous moves, my left knee did something weird. I hope that doesn’t come back to haunt me, I thought.

Two days later — big shocker here — I’m still hobbling around the house, standing up very slowly, keeping my feet elevated as much as possible, and decidedly NOT working out. And I’m very, very annoyed with myself.

BUT…my kids have been amazing. Parenting has really been wearing me down recently, and I’ve seriously questioned my capacity to even be a mom, let alone a homeschooler. Though I constantly remind myself of Galatians 6:9 — “Let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due time we will reap, if we do not give up” — I have grown weary. SO weary. Will they ever learn to look outside of themselves? Will they ever give preference to others in honor? When it comes to the most important things we talk about — heart issues, character growth — am I just banging my head against the wall?

Through my messed-up knee, God has reminded me that He is at work. Both kids have asked me, over and over, what they can do to help. They’ve asked me how I’m feeling, and patted my knee sympathetically when doing so. They’ve accepted extra chores without complaint — cheerfully, in fact. In short: God has assured me that the seeds He has helped me to plant are not lying dormant.

Of course, I should know this. I’ve seen His faithfulness again and again. And yet, even though it’s really rather silly for me to feel discouraged, He knows that I am “but dust,” and when I am weak, He graciously gives me a glimpse of the work He is continually doing deep below the soil of my children’s hearts.

If a temporary limp is what it takes to remind me to keep trusting Him…well, I’ll gladly take it.


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