"I'm fat, dumb, and happy!" I jokingly said to my daughter as I put her to bed one night.
"You're not dumb," she replied.
I looked at her and responded, "Uh ... gee, thanks."
As a result of her backhanded compliment, I started an exercise regiment. Nothing too serious. I am NO athlete by any stretch of the imagination. But I remembered when my father was in an car accident last year how the physical therapists had him do simple exercises for a short time everyday. It was less about the amount and more about the consistency.
An amazingly it works. People coming out of back surgeries who could hardly move were in a few months walking around. Little movements take us in a direction and when done consistently can take us far.
Oswald Chambers said that "fifteen minutes a day makes anyone an expert" over time. So in this spirit I have begun my fifteen minute powerwalks each day. It is my physical therapy and it's moving me in the right direction.
But as I've started exercising, I've began to think about the spiritual application of this principle: Spiritual Therapy, so to speak.
What spiritual exercises am I doing each day? Am I doing anything to move me in the proper direction? Am I taking time apart to read and really think about His word, not just do the obligatory read a verse and run. Am I pouring out my heart in prayer, or just saying the obligatory, habitual grace prayer over dinner and goodnight prayers with my kids.
Maybe I am in need of some good, solid spiritual therapy. Nothing fancy, no frills ... and it may look like nothing to rest of the world, but it will set me moving in the right direction. And who knows? Maybe Oswald is right and one day I may even become an expert -- both at powerwalks and spiritual things!