Broken Foot

How many wheelchairs have I pushed as a Chaplain in a Long term care facility?  MANY.  But now that I occupy one with my broken foot I have a new view.  Not just looking up to people from my chair but a view from the heart.  I finally understand from a different perspective what it means to be limited.  Can't go where I want and when I want.  Losing that precious self control.  Dependency upon others.  Feelings of being a bother.  Wanting but not wanting to ask.  Fences it seems  -- Don't fence me in!  I will have hopefully just 5 more weeks and I can free again.  Those like my Father who spent 20 years as a holy roller have gained release from that chair by the promise of a new home in a new land where there will never be those chairs, limits, or pain.  At last we shall be free!  This world is not my home. Thank you Lord for the lessons from my broken foot and sprained ankle and that I will see Dad and  Mom again.