Nine weeks post-surgery.
It’s wild how a single week can make such a visible difference — the scar looks softer, the scabbing less noticeable, and the tenderness has faded little by little. Each day I can feel strength returning.
I’ve started noticing things I couldn’t do a few weeks ago. The little victories — less swelling, more balance, fewer tears — all matter. I find myself whispering, “Thank You, Lord, it’s happening.”
Still, I can hear my doctor’s voice ringing in my ears:
“April, it’s a marathon, not a sprint.”
Those words have become a theme for this journey. I’m learning that healing takes time — not just for the body, but for the mind and spirit too. I love things fast. I love results. I love checking the box and moving on. But this season? God is teaching me to slow down — to abide rather than rush, to trust rather than control.
Healing has become a classroom for patience and presence. Every step, stretch, and scar is a reminder that God isn’t just restoring my tendon; He’s restoring my heart.
“The Lord will guide you continually, giving you water when you are dry and restoring your strength. You will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring.” — Isaiah 58:11
Even when progress feels slow, God is still growing something deep within us, roots of endurance, faith, and peace.
Prayer:
Lord, thank You for being the steady hand guiding my healing. When I get restless and want to rush ahead, remind me that You are in the details of every slow day. Strengthen me not just in body, but in heart and spirit. Teach me to trust the process and find peace in Your timing. Amen.
 

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