“He jumped up, stood on his feet, and began to walk! Then, walking, leaping, and praising God, he went into the Temple with them.” Acts 3:8
A while back I did a scary thing and I asked my friend Shawna if she’d be my partner and come play with me.
She said yes.
We signed up as a team for my first (her second) ever Crossfit competition.
It often feels like the same childhood fears again and again, it just my playgrounds that seem to change.
But the past few months something started going wrong with my arms. It started as an ache in my hands and wrists and progressed into shooting pain through my elbows and sometimes all the way up to my shoulders.
Typing, texting, writing, driving and sleeping were excruciating feats even with two wrists braces and way too much Advil,
I hurt all the time.
I remember one day at Jaxon’s track meet, a slight breeze blowing against my forearm hurt so intensely I wanted to cry.
I stopped writing which broke my heart AND started missing workouts which made me worry and wonder what to do about Shawna and our competition. I couldn’t grip a barbell without hurting for two days.
Then 14 days ago, in a crowd of thousands, someone said, “there’s a woman here with carpal tunnel God wants to heal”
I wondered if that woman could be me.
I’m sure how that all works. I just know I once hurt all the time, now have a string of days painfree.
And I’ve been thinking about the crippled man in Scripture who could walk again, but not without dancing, leaping and praising God for his healing.
Well, Saturday was my dancing day.
Last weekend I traded my medical braces for purple wrist wraps and fear of things I couldn’t do for wonder of what I CAN.
Every high-five my glory hallelujuah.
Every movement my THANK YOU dance to the ONE who holds my heart, the healer of my hands.