It's been quite some time since I typed something in here. It's been a year mainly of hurt, recovery, more hurt and more recovery. Some of it has been physical - a right hip replacement. The time was fraught with anxiety as I didn't necessarily ask the right questions at the right time. I had hoped that it would ease that tremendous pain I felt when I ran up and down the soccer pitch. At worst, I was hoping to bend over and tie my shoe.
The surgery was - at least in the surgeon's view - picture perfect. The recovery was "normal" from a medical point of view. But, from my view, without the support of a wonderful wife and some great folks from Mercy Home Health, it would have been much tougher. But, bit by bit, I got more range, strength and flexibility in the leg. It was also a gracious surprise to be assigned a physical therapist who also happens to coach a "select" soccer team. His encouragement and sport-specific work has made things move even more smoothly.
Other hurts can't be found by x-ray or MRI because they are hurts to the heart. Not that muscle that pushes blood through the body, but that intangible place where we store our hopes, dreams and fears. Some hurts are slight and need to be ignored. Others are so great that one risks their life if they are ignored.
For me it all comes back to this: "Yet I am not ashamed, because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that He is able to guard what I have entrusted to Him for that day." 2 Timothy 1:12 (NIV)
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