Ever have one of those days where where something happens that makes you feel helpless. Maybe you were striving for a goal and then an accident happens and sets you off course?
Well, that is what essentially happened to me the other day. It is still very fresh; as I’m still recovering from it. I mean, it’s not like things I’ve planned before haven’t always gone my way. Law school was one of those things, but thats a different story for a different time.
Yesterdays story concerns hobby of mine that I absolutely love and enjoy. It brings me peace and is a source of therapy for me when I need to think. One of the goals I’ve had for a while is to run a marathon with a BQ (Boston Qualifier) time. This has been somewhat intimidating to me, but a goal nonetheless. I’ve had friends qualify, my husband has qualified and I have been training persistently and intelligently to get fast.
Just recently, I hit a PR (personal record) for a half-marathon time of 1:43:59. I was shooting for a 1:45 half marathon time, but thanks to God and hard work, I exceeded my goal.
Well ,yesterday when I got home from work, my husband asked me if I wanted to do a red dress run. I had never heard of it but decided to go because my husband seemed really excited about it. Needless to say, when we arrived, I was definitely out of my comfort zone, but decided to make the best of a ‘different’ situation. I remember praying, ok God, this is a different crowed but maybe I can be used by You here? The point of the run was to run from location to location and have a beer. I took a water bottle with me because I was not there to get intoxicated. While jogging to the next location, I tripped on some un-even pavement and fell onto an un-even sidewalk, where my left knee landed, hitting the broken sidewalk hard. I got up quickly because I didn’t want to draw attention to myself but when I looked down, my knee looked like it was growing.
I don’t know if you’ve seen the Looney Tunes cartoons where something falls on someones head and then a lump starts to grow almost exaggeratedly where they were hit? Well, that is exactly happened to my knee. My knee looked mis-shaped. It’s been said that you don’t know what kind of juice a fruit has until you squeeze it, well, I was being squeezed and I don’t think I handled it to well.
My husband of course comes to help me but I’m hurt, mad that I’m hurt, mad that I decided to come to this run because it was his idea, and heartbroken to think my knee might be seriously hurt after all of the persistent training I had been putting in. I felt like my dreams were shattered and I started to cry uncontrollably.
Long story short, we obviously left after the incident. My husband got me a bag of ice right away and took me to the hospital. We didn’t get home until around midnight. The doctor advised me to stay off my leg for a week and to follow-up if my symptoms don’t improve.
I’m only on day two, however the pain has been persistent all day. While fighting the pain at work I found out some information on a personal matter that sadden my heart. Trying not to focus on the pain of my knee or the sad news I just received, it became hard. Not to mention that I was sleep deprived due to the pain and the position of having my leg elevated.
It was at this moment that I received a call from the front desk that I had a friend here to see me. I was confused but asked her to send her upstairs since I couldn’t really move around. It was then that I saw one of my good running friends! We chatted for a few and she was shocked to see me on crutches. She said she was in the area and felt led to stop by with a coffee. As she handed it to me I saw there was a little note written on the coffee sleeve. “Thank you for being a light in the world. Love you. Have a blessed day.”
You guys do not know how much I needed this! It was after reading the cup sleeve and experiencing this act of kindness that the holy spirit opened my eyes to show me that God was showing me His love in a moment where I felt so low. He was working through my friend that was giving me a surprise visit. He reminded me that He was working through my husband who was so attentive to helping me dress, cooking for me, and doing as many tasks for me that he could possibly do to ease my pain. Not to mention making silly faces to lighten the mood in a moment where I felt so helpless.
I’m still in recovery and I have friends and family praying for my recovery. Although I’m not fully recovered in this moment, I know that God is here. He is with me and He will get me through this when life happens.