Praises of a Wife and Mommy

 Eight weeks post-surgery. Some days, I feel strong and determined… other days, I just stare at my leg and feel a wave of discouragement wash over me. The muscles are still missing — visibly gone — and it’s hard not to notice. Vulnerability hits deep when you see the evidence of what’s been lost and feel how much work it will take to rebuild. The scar, though, is starting to heal nicely. It’s a strange mix of pride and humility — pride in how far I’ve come, and humility in realizing how much more healing is still ahead. I’ve started looking for the right cream to help the scar fade and the skin soften, but honestly, I think my heart needs its own healing balm too. These last two weeks have brought waves of emotion — highs when I take new steps, and lows when the pain or fatigue reminds me I’m not there yet. But through it all, God keeps meeting me right where I am — in the soreness, in the slow progress, and in the quiet moments when I need to be reminded that He’s not finishe...