A bent-over gentleman slowly inched his way around the track
at the gym this morning, his cage-like walker obediently stabilizing each tentative step. Every time I passed him I felt the burden of
his incapacity, and yet applauded him for making the effort, one lap at a time. He
was doing what he could.
Later in the afternoon I remembered him when bending
inwardly to the pressure of hearing loss and weighty noise inside my head: tinnitus. Oversensitivity made ordinary kitchen sounds (a whirring food processor and clinking pans) nearly intolerable.
As I faced my auditory limitations for the millionth time, I
considered how they are steering me to make certain decisions. Also how God’s mercy, fresh and new every morning, is my "walker" that enables me to keep going when I feel like quitting - to do
what I can, one lap at a time.
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