Sharp bolts of pain shot through both my ankles.
Everything in me wanted to get up and run but as I tried, I fell to the ground. Something was definitely broken. By the time the ambulance got there, both my ankles had swollen beyond recognition. As a matter of fact, it was a couple of days before they could even get a decent x-ray.
Well, here we go again; one of my childhood stories that I’m asking God to somehow redeem and use to help someone who might need it.
I was about thirteen years old, and like a lot of teenagers, lacked a little common sense. It was summertime in Vermont and I had jumped off a roof not realizing just how high it really was. Now I’ll spare you all the details, but one thing I can assure you of is since that time I’ve developed a keen sense of distance and respect for gravity.
With both my parents, (God bless them) standing at my bedside, the doctor broke the news.
“I’m going to be as honest as I know how to be with you,” he said. “You’ve shattered your right ankle and cracked your left one pretty bad. The best we can do is to operate and try to screw things back together, but there’s no guarantee how things will turn out; only time will tell.” His words went deep into my heart and for the first time, I realized how bad off I really was.
Though many years have come and gone, I’ve never forgotten the process I had to walk through. In my ignorance, I thought that after the surgery, they would just put on a couple of casts and wait for things to heal; but nothing could have been further from the truth. Their plan, give me two removable splints so each day I could have the joyful experience of trying to please a physical therapist that didn’t seem to understand the phrase, “I can’t move it any further”.
“Listen,” they would tell me, “as far as you move these ankles today is as far as you’ll be able to move them for the rest of your life.”
So, with that in mind, and a lot of extra pushing on their part, we would launch out into our daily routine of moving the very thing that hurt the most which; by the way, is the message behind this article.
You see, once we’ve submitted our lives to God and allowed Him to put all the broken pieces back together, we still have to walk things out and sometimes it really hurts. Well, if that’s you don’t give up now! Good things come to those who let God finish what He’s begun.
As in the case with my ankles, my future range of motion was directly related to how far I was willing to keep moving them in spite of all the pain.
It’s my prayer that though you or someone you know might be going through a tough spot, you would find fresh hope and comfort through the words of the prophet Habakkuk found in Habakkuk 3:17-19.
“Even if the fig tree does not bloom and the vines have no grapes, even if the olive tree fails to produce and the fields yield no food, even if the sheep pen is empty and the stalls have no cattle − Even then, I will be happy with the Lord. I will truly find joy in God, who saves me. The Lord Almighty is my strength. He makes my feet like those of a deer. He enables me to walk on the mountains.”
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