Note: I posted two Wednesday Whites today – if you prefer a design topic post, it’s just below this post : )
Whenever I think of angels, I have always imagined images like fluffy white clouds, rays of light, and white wings. This accident with my foot has shown me we have angels above us and also right here on earth. My eyes have been opened…
My MRI results were read by a surgeon Monday and he said my tendon was fully lacerated (sliced in half) and actively retracting into my foot (he told me it can retract all the way up into the shin). He showed me the image on the MRI and had me feel the gap (tendon retraction) with my hand. He advised immediate surgery and said he might have to harvest tissue from my heel to rebuild my tendon when trying to reconnect it. I hesitated with surgery commitment and drove home in a complete fog, picking up my kiddos one-by-one at their practices. Peter was an hour the other direction picking up our youngest daughter from ballet. I felt so scared about the whole procedure (and the cost because of our ridiculous deductible) and wasn’t sure what to do.
That night I prayed for God’s guidance and help in every form. My family and friends prayed. My sweet little daughter looked me square in the eye and said with confidence and tears in her eyes, “Mom, God will heal your foot.” I thought to myself, “how sweet…and how naive to think God can magically fix something that is physically broken.” She quietly went to her room, drew this picture, and secretly left it on my pillow. I found it as I was going to bed.
Late that night I was able to connect with a dancer friend who just had foot surgery from a well-known specialist at Andrews Institute. Friends had been urging me to see a foot/ankle specialist before committing to the other surgeon, but time was against me with this injury. Miraculously, I was able to get in to see the Andrews Institute surgeon on Tuesday – he worked me into his busy schedule the very day I called. He looked at my MRI for what felt like forever (probably only 2 minutes) and said my tendon was not fully lacerated, but did need repair from the accident. He had me feel my tendon with my hand – and here is the CRAZY part – the gap I previously felt was GONE and the tendon felt totally different than the day before.
My tendon was connected. It was not cut in half. How???
I sat there stunned.
He scheduled me for surgery on Friday and as soon as he left the room, I looked at my husband and couldn’t speak. I had tears in my eyes with amazement over what just happened. Whatever it is that happened, God helped my foot. A busy and well-know foot specialist surgeon suddenly available, a tendon now partially in tact, a slot for surgery available.
This accident has already been a fruitful journey in building patience, character, strength, and FAITH. I know there is more to go plus a long recovery process, but I’m taking it one step at a time. If you look carefully, you will see and feel your angels all around you. Yes, God is healing my foot. And He can help you with whatever with whatever needs repair in your life. My new saying to our kids is now “one mini miracle at a time!”
In the words of my young daughter, “God is part of every step you take.”
Look for your angels.