Bro Garrett preached a sermon not long ago that reminded me of a rough patch in my live. The sermon was “Your Faith Matches Your Actions”. Wow… I was running the trail in Waldo Canyon and toed a rock that threw me forward and off balance. I managed to get my left leg out in front of me and placed it on a large rock with a very big thud. I was moving so fast and stopped so suddenly, I...
Bro Garrett preached a sermon not long ago that reminded me of a rough patch in my live. The sermon was “Your Faith Matches Your Actions”. Wow… I was running the trail in Waldo Canyon and toed a rock that threw me forward and off balance. I managed to get my left leg out in front of me and placed it on a large rock with a very big thud. I was moving so fast and stopped so suddenly, I broke the tenth vertebra in my back. Not just a fracture but a piece broke off and lodged between the aorta, the spinal cord and the lung. I walked out of the canyon. It would be months before my doctor would finally discover the source of all my back pain. PT went on, injections, different doctors. Finally an MRI that showed the missing piece and where it was. It was a miracle I hadn’t severed the aorta or the spinal cord. Gods hand for sure. The doctors told me… to remove the piece of bone would require cracking my chest and removing a rib to even get to the location. Oh… and I would have to travel to Boston for the surgery. They called it “High Dollar Real-estate”. I had to make a decision. Live with the pain and the risk of this fragment severing something important, or go through the worst surgery nightmare ever. I decided to wait and pray. I had to get MRI’s every 3 months to keep track of the fragment. One day I said “no more”, no more MRI’s, PT, injections, none of it. I would go on as is. This was a private matter I didn’t really talk to anyone about. Just my family and a very few close friends… and the Lord.
One Sunday morning the Pastor was preaching… I don’t remember what about but I do remember reaching out to the Lord concerning this back situation. I was so tired of the pain and the worry. I went up to the altar and began to pray. Pastor Paul came to me without a word and reached around and placed his hand on my back and prayed. So thankful. Some time had passed and I felt this nagging thought to go get an MRI. Of course my first thought was WHY? I wasn’t going to do any surgery and anything else for that matter.
I continued to feel this urgency to get another MRI. I didn’t want to but I made the appointment and had it done. When I received the report in the mail it stated my back was completely normal. It simply stated that the fragment that was there is no longer there. I knocked on the Radiologist door. He told me things happen that have no explanation.
It took me a year of pain and agony to finally trust God COMPLETELY to care for me.
We all go through things that are hard. We trust the Lord to bring us through and He does. Not always the way we think, but He does. When I look back at this dark time in my life I think about what I picked up along the way of the very rough road. Nuggets of gold that I will hang on to the rest of my life.