Today felt like a breakthrough. Even in my long bright socks it was a breakthrough! My husband made an addition to our treadmill so I could walk with less weight on my body, giving me a chance to move without the full pressure of my injury. We hooked everything up, I stepped in, and suddenly… I was only carrying about 70 pounds of my weight.
And then—I walked.
Not for 2 minutes.
Not for 10 minutes.
But 30 whole minutes.
THAT was a huge milestone for me.
A victory I didn’t see coming this soon.
And the best part? I walked in my own tennis shoes, without the boot. It felt like freedom. Like a little glimpse of the “me” I remember.
This healing journey has been slow, humbling, and emotional… but today reminded me that progress doesn’t have to be fast to be meaningful. Milestones matter. Even the small ones. Especially the small ones.
Scripture came alive for me today:
✨ “Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.”
—Zechariah 4:10
God celebrates each step—even the wobbly, assisted, partial-weight ones.
✨ “He makes me surefooted like a deer, enabling me to stand on heights.”
—Psalm 18:33
My steps may not feel steady yet, but He is strengthening every part of this journey.
✨ “The steps of a good person are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in their way.”
—Psalm 37:23
He delights in every step I take—literally and spiritually.
Walking today was more than movement. It was hope. It was a reminder that healing is happening inside me even when I don’t see it day by day. It was proof that God is guiding me, strengthening me, and celebrating with me.
Milestones are worth acknowledging.
They remind us that progress is real.
They tell our hearts, “You’re moving forward, even when the road feels long.”
So today I’m thanking God for treadmills, creative husbands, lighter load moments, and the freedom to take even one step—because every step is a testimony to His faithfulness.


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