Day 5 - Image in my head

For some reason, I had an image in my head most of the day Monday. My mom's and grammy's abilities to draw were apparently not dominant genetic traits, but I couldn't think of some better creative thing to do with little time, so here's my stick-figure version:
It's a person in a pit whose muscles have been torn from their bones, making them unable to move and just lying in a heap. Someday I'd like to just have an image of happy butterflies stuck in my head, but I get what I get. All day I kept thinking about how God is the only one who can make that lump move again - and He can restore perfect agility! I'm glad about that.

Okay, psycho-analyze away! ;)