On June 27, 2014 I could only crawl, and I could barely do that. Imagine being trapped on the tea cups at Disney World and trying to walk with your right leg, right arm, and right half of your face and tongue completely asleep… That morning was the most violent and scary experience of my life. And to leave the ER that day with a script for amoxicillin for a kidney infection didn’t make me feel better. My husband had to get a wheelchair to get me to the car and at home I had to close my eyes and crawl on my hands and knees to get up the steps and into our house. I slept for 48 hours straight, only waking for occasional sips of water and to use the bathroom (completely assisted). As I would drift back off to sleep, I would plead with God for my life back. Over the next few days, my mom had to come babysit me so My husband could go back to work. I couldn’t write my name legibly for over a week. I couldn’t walk unassisted for several days. I couldn’t drive a car for 2 weeks. I couldn’t speak without a slur for nearly a month. I had to concentrate very hard in order to form a sentence, use my right hand, or walk in a straight line. But every day, I improved a little bit.
There’s part of me that wishes I could forget that day… that June 27 would come and go and I wouldn’t be flooded with memories of that desperate time… But, today I’m just filled with gratitude for how far I’ve come. And I’m reminded that God was faithful then, and He continues to be faithful.
So today, if I can run… I’ll run. But if I can’t, I’ll walk. If I can’t walk, I’ll crawl… But I’ll keep moving forward.
Hebrews 12:1—“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”