This is a phrase I heard on the radio the other night. I only got a bit of the context, something about a former soldier who lost his arm in war, but then had a dream/believed that his arm was paralyzed and still there. But the phrase got me thinking....what "parts" of me do I still think are parts of me and to what degree does that illusion that they are a part of me control me? Parts like fear, and the flesh, which is still a part of me...but I reckon it too large along with shame and self. Still there, but overcome-able.
You can't move your phantom arm; only He can.
And it's not there. But it is, but it might as well not be compared to the Reality and realness of the truth and spirit you now have within.
That was fun, wasn't it? Thanks for indulging me....
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