My Michael is lying down resting. He's really, really tired today. Yesterday we came home from our weekend in TN, and we had a long ride in the car. His body is healing, and it takes energy. It's growing his leg back together, which reminds me of when I was pregnant and having to grow a person and all I wanted to do was sleep. So, while Michael isn't pregnant, he is sleeping and healing.
He'll be on crutches for awhile, then move to a cane, then slowly be able to walk again all on his own. His skin will mend itself.
Isn't this what it's like for us as a body of believers? As a community? We are a body. Sometimes a part of us gets hurt - physically, emotionally, spiritually. But with rest and nurturing, we heal. And slowly, sometimes so slowly we don't notice at first, we mend.
Isn't it beautiful?