Thursday, December 18, 2014

when you cry at physical therapy


God has done so much.

He has been working on my heart while He has been working on my back.

I have been going to physical therapy for almost five months now and have seen an incredible, no.. a MIRACULOUS difference in my back. The pain has almost completely subsided. I’m not constantly being reminded by a sharp pain in my back that I’m not normal. At 24 you should be in the best shape of your life right? It’s beyond frustrating for ANYBODY to be in pain, but to slap on the fact that I shouldn't be experiencing this at this young of an age is surely discouraging…

until the point that I don’t allow the pain to be discouraging. When I choose to make my back issues a positive and give them to God the enemy has no power over me.

I have been beyond blessed to 1) be able to go to physical therapy (I have my parents to thank for that) and 2) to have worked with the people at North Texas Rehab.

Typically people are paired with a single therapist that tracks their progress and works with them, but I was blessed with TWO. Drew and David have been putting their most into my therapy. Not only have they done an incredible job with guiding me through workouts, studied my case, and constantly assessed and reassessed the best route toward healing, they have also been a huge source of encouragement and reassurance to me.

I leave for Spain in two weeks and nerves have been starting to creep in. I’ve become so dependent on their guidance through my workouts and although I’ve gotten so much better, I’m not 100%. So how do I know I won’t go back to where I was? This is what the enemy has planted in my mind more recently.
Today, David and I went to a side room where it was quiet and nobody else was exercising. As my time at North Texas Rehab (and Texas itself) is coming to a close he asked where I was with everything.

“Well my pain is next to nothing and the typical discomfort after driving has decreased an immeasurable amount.”
“When do you leave?”
“In two weeks.” My throat started closing and tears started to fill my eyes.

I shared with him how I’m fearful of not being able to continue gaining strength and do exercises on my own. I know this to be false after a canceled flight of a friend I was picking up led to a morning boot camp workout with my aunt. Everything in the workout was something I was scared to try on my own, but as the workout continued I was aware of my posture and my muscles that I normally activate at the wrong time. I made it through the workout, a normal, feel-the-burn workout with no pain and a realization that I know my body better than I thought. Yet, this fear was still creeping in.

As I shared about my fear of failure and pain coming back, David looked at me with his kind eyes and reassured me that I would be able to do this. I pulled it together and we worked on a routine that I will be doing daily. We went through each one, talking about specifics of positioning and form. Each one has a beginner level (where I am now) and ways to advance them once I do get stronger (because I will).

David and I have talked about our faith with each other starting from our first session and on through every time we have worked together.

Today was special though. I felt the presence of God in our words.

After the workout had ended he asked what he could be praying about for me. It was easy for me to answer. “That I would have an open mind and heart to what God wants to speak to me about in Spain.”

I explained how in the weirdest way, I’m actually thankful for this pain and all of the ways it has caused me to trust God in much deeper ways than I ever had before, because if we’re being honest, my life hasn’t been difficult. I have been blessed beyond measure in so many ways.

I recognized that my tears at the beginning of the session weren’t coming just from fear, they also came from frustration. During my time on the Race, I became aware of how much fear had a hold on me. Fear of failure. Fear of man. Fear is crippling and it is not of God. I told David that now I’m aware of fear and what that feeling is when it sneaks in, I know to combat it with trusting God. It is frustrating that I have fear of leaving therapy because I KNOW that God has me. I have been at therapy the perfect amount of time and have been equipped with the knowledge I need to succeed without a couple of weekly visits to therapy.

David lightly pinched my skin and said, “Do you see what you’re made of? This is what you’ll face your whole life and when you’re sixty, which will come sooner than you think, you’ll have sixty years to look back and see what God was doing. I’ll share a word picture with you.”

Now, I have to mention that David is the king of word pictures. He has a way of explaining things so that it is easy to understand what your body is doing and how your body works. I’m all about visions and metaphors that allow me to relate His love for me and David most definitely possesses the gift to relay these messages from God to people.

“When I get to heaven, Jesus will lead me into a room with a huge tapestry. He’ll point and say ‘do you see that thread? That’s your life. Remember when you were struggling with this, well that was that curve in the direction your thread was going. Look at all of the curves and turns I had you go on and all of the other threads you touched because of it. Look how I used you to help complete this beautiful picture.’”

At this point I’m crying for the second time in the session, but instead of tears stemming from fear, they were tears springing from joy. Tears that came from a place of complete peace and joy because I know that I know that I know God is using me in ways that I can’t imagine. He is using me to complete a tapestry of His perfect plan that will accomplish bringing His Kingdom to earth.

What an HONOR to be used for this greater purpose.


Some days His love is quiet, some days His love comes from your physical therapist, but it is always present, always abundant, and always perfect. 


Monday, December 8, 2014

swallowed by a big fat fish

In August, I signed up for a short-term mission trip to Haiti. When I signed up, God had already clearly spoken to me that I should be in my hometown until January. I had planned to leave for discipleship school in Spain by October, but God had a different idea. This was made clear to me through my back pain, which I had no choice but to rehabilitate. I have been going to physical therapy for almost four months now and seen a HUGE difference. (I'm not 100% so prayers are still greatly appreciated!)

This past Wednesday, I received an email with the news that our trip to Haiti had been canceled due to riots in the town we would be in. Just ONE day before I was supposed to head out, God throws this plot twist at me. 

Well, I think it had been thrown at me a while back... I just wasn't listening. 

My plane ticket was already booked, and although there were riots it wasn't THAT dangerous right? I tried finding a way around the signs God was so clearly showing me. I wanted to figure out a way to go on my own. I mean, I didn't have an ounce of fear in me so why not go?! Looking back, my discernment was being clouded by my selfish desires to leave the country. I went to speak with my associate pastor to see what he thought about it. 

As I talked out all of the angles spinning through my head, he simply said, "I'm reminded of the story of Jonah". 

Jonah, the book of the Bible where God sends a guy to the city of Nineveh, he doesn't want to obey, heads the opposite direction, and is swallowed by a fish that makes him rethink his decision to doubt what God had commanded. 

Immediately it hit me...

AMERICA IS MY NINEVEH. 

It burned a little. God has called me here and now for a specific purpose. This meant staying put, even if it was only a short five-day trip. He wanted me to stay. I had completely missed it. I thought I was walking in obedience and I mean, come on, how could God argue with leaving America for a mission trip. It was about Him, right? 

Instead of being disappointed, I was expectant. Instead of being down, I was intrigued. 

"What are you doing, God? What do you have planned for me instead of Haiti?"
It was almost as if God was telling me, "Oh, just you wait."

In the time that I was supposed to be in Haiti (which still has a couple of days remaining) God has done the following:
-taken me on a trip to minister to the homeless in Oklahoma City
-led me to a coffee warehouse where an idea for a business was ignited
-started that business, which has spread so much faster than I thought possible
-given me guidance about the organization I am starting (I will post a blog soon about this!) as well as provided a name for it
-brought clarity to things I had been praying about
-blessed me with a deeper friendship with a new friend of mine, who I know will be a friend for life!

(Just a few of the sweet faces I encountered this past week.)

All of these things and more wouldn't have happened had I been in Haiti. Two days remain of the time I had set aside for Haiti and I am expectantly waiting to see what God is going to do. 


Lesson learned? Instead of doubting God's plans you must run towards them. If you choose to ignore His plans, you might completely miss what He has for you

OR

You just might be lucky enough to be swallowed by a fish and get rerouted back into His perfect path for your life. 



"But I will offer sacrifices to you with songs of praise, and I will fulfill all my vows, for my salvation comes from the Lord alone. " -Jonah 2:9



Even if they might seem righteous, what plans and desires do you need to sacrifice?