Creo Que Tu Me Has Sanado

In January I broke my leg.

It hurt. It was hard. It was a lesson in pride and dependence.

I learned to be optimistic.

And the Lord did amazing things. Like this. And this. And last but not least, this. 

While I will always treasure that time of learning, I have no desire to do it again. I have grown accustomed to my leg hurting. It's not bad most of the time, and when it is, it's usually temporary. At some point every day it bothers me and I can't depend on it much at all. I kept telling myself it was just going to get better by doing everyday activities. That is what my wonderful physical therapist said, after all. I started back in my normal gym routine last week. Well, I tried. I couldn't even get to 3 minutes on the elliptical. I opted for the bike (which I hate) and doubled my time and everything seemed fine at the moment. To leave the gym you have to go down a good many stairs. I could hardly make it down. My knee felt like it was going to give out at any moment. After 5 days of this, I finally admitted that Cosbie was right and agreed to make a doctor's appointment.

It needs to be said that I absolutely love my doctor. She is an amazing, godly woman and just makes this whole experience so much better. So should any of you in the Dahlonega/ Gainesville area find yourselves in need of an orthopedic surgeon, give me a call and I will hook you up. :) But as much as I love her, I did not really want to see her again in this scenario. She talked to me about what was going on and when it hurt and such and did some tests to see what muscles and ligaments it could be. But before she sent me to get an x ray and such, she reminded me of all that God did the first time around and that He doesn't change, no matter what. He is still just as faithful, even if I end up having to have surgery. I needed that reminder to keep away the doubt I am so prone to. The x ray shows that my bones healed perfectly and there is no problem there whatsoever. The bad news is that there is a possibility that I tore my meniscus when I broke it. It's easy to overlook because it starts small and gets worse. Basically I am experiencing the beginnings of early arthritis and it will only get worse if nothing is done. 

I had an MRI yesterday. I watch Grey's- I know what an MRI is. But it's a lot scarier when your body is what is going inside that tiny tube. Not. a. fan. After 2 hours at the imaging center and 35 minutes in that darn tube, I was more than ready to get out of there and hope to never return. I go back to Dr. San on Wednesday to get the results. I was reminded to cling back to the words that the Lord spoke to me only 5 days after this all started: "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace." {Luke 8:48} And when I thought I was crazy for thinking that He could actually be telling me that He was going to heal me: "Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished." {Luke 1:45} From that day forward, I clung to that promise and Linds and I prayed with belief. And He did it. I know He can do it again. Should He choose not to, that's ok. But I'm praying that He will and am believing that whatever He says will be accomplished.