Well, Monday brought another doctor appointment. He looked at my scar and seemed pleased. He asked about weight-bearing and again seemed pleased. Then he said the words I knew were coming but still made my stomach drop a little:
“It’s time to start physical therapy.”
Three times a week for six weeks. Whew. That’s a whole lot! I know it’s necessary, and I know it’ll help me get stronger, but I also know it’s going to hurt. How does one prepare for that kind of “good pain”? How do I wrap my brain around the fact that something that’s going to be uncomfortable is actually exactly what I need? (When I got to the PT place to make appointments they actually only scheduled me two times a week and said the PT would discuss if we needed a 3 one.)
So, I’ve asked for prayers — and I treasure every single one.
I’ve noticed I’m starting to bear more than 50% of my weight now, which feels amazing. At school last week, I found myself using my crutches more and scooting less. Every small victory matters and each step, literally and spiritually, is helping me get ready for this next phase.
I keep reminding myself of this verse:
“No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.” — Hebrews 12:11
That one hits home. Healing is a lot like spiritual growth — it stretches us, challenges us, and sometimes downright hurts. But there’s fruit waiting on the other side of faithfulness.
Another verse that strengthens me is:
“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” — Isaiah 40:29
God knows exactly how to meet me in the middle of my weakness — whether that’s physical pain, mental fatigue, or fear of what’s next. He doesn’t waste a single ache or step.
So, here I go… crutches, courage, and Christ leading the way into physical therapy. May He give me the strength to endure, the patience to persist, and the joy to celebrate every small win.
“It’s time to start physical therapy.”
Three times a week for six weeks. Whew. That’s a whole lot! I know it’s necessary, and I know it’ll help me get stronger, but I also know it’s going to hurt. How does one prepare for that kind of “good pain”? How do I wrap my brain around the fact that something that’s going to be uncomfortable is actually exactly what I need? (When I got to the PT place to make appointments they actually only scheduled me two times a week and said the PT would discuss if we needed a 3 one.)
So, I’ve asked for prayers — and I treasure every single one.
I’ve noticed I’m starting to bear more than 50% of my weight now, which feels amazing. At school last week, I found myself using my crutches more and scooting less. Every small victory matters and each step, literally and spiritually, is helping me get ready for this next phase.
I keep reminding myself of this verse:
“No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.” — Hebrews 12:11
That one hits home. Healing is a lot like spiritual growth — it stretches us, challenges us, and sometimes downright hurts. But there’s fruit waiting on the other side of faithfulness.
Another verse that strengthens me is:
“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” — Isaiah 40:29
God knows exactly how to meet me in the middle of my weakness — whether that’s physical pain, mental fatigue, or fear of what’s next. He doesn’t waste a single ache or step.
So, here I go… crutches, courage, and Christ leading the way into physical therapy. May He give me the strength to endure, the patience to persist, and the joy to celebrate every small win.
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