For so many years of my life, I asked the “what if” questions. They were negative, and I usually expected the worse to happen. In so many ways, I felt cursed and as if I deserved my health problems. I saw myself as flawed, and unworthy. Now, I have a totally different view of myself.
So today, I have decided to ask myself different kinds of “what if” questions. What if the laser therapy helps my foot and I can run again? What if God heals this as well? What if I overcome it all?
It’s possible. I know God has the power. Therefore, I am sending positive thoughts of love and healing to my foot. I refuse to spend another minute of my life feeling sorry for myself. God spared me. I’m alive. I have the scars to prove it.
Tonight, I am in pain from the adjustment to realign my ankle and foot, and the laser therapy. Instead of whining about it, I have decided to embrace the pain and believe in the power of healing. I have all kinds of weird sensations going on in my foot, and I’m thankful for each one.
On this day, three years ago, God blessed me to run my first 5k with a twisted pelvis, numbness in both legs, and a rib out of place. It was then that my Lord showed me the power of hope. In my mind, before and during the race I had tons of negative thoughts, but I also had thoughts of hope. As the enemy told me over and over that I couldn’t do, my heart whispered, “But what if you can?” I am so thankful that I tried. We never know what we are capable of until we try.
From my sister, Emily Smith, after the race:
I am so thankful to be able to run beside my sister, my best friend today. This is a day that we both thought we would never see. At 1/2 mile, Sissy asked me how far we had ran, she wanted to know how far she had made it before her legs went numb. At mile 2 her rib was out of place and legs still numb. She was running along side of me matching my pace! At 2.75 I started singing the Zippy theme song to her :). My sister is my hero! She ran the entire 5K without even the thought of stopping, it wasn't an option for her. And she sprinted to the finish line, even ahead of me! We hugged and even cried tears of joy. Congrats Sissy, you dominated your first 5K!!!!!
I’m not a victim of Amniotic Band Syndrome. I am a survivor! And I’m going to overcome each and every challenge.
Love and blessings,