I’m now sitting in the back of my parent’s car, my leg in a splint. We’ve just come from the hospital. I have been wiping away tears which are coming—but not for the reason you’d think.
So…earlier today around 10:30 am, I fractured my femur. Della and I were going to a therapy appointment, and I took a tumble in the gravel. I immediately felt something snap when I landed crookedly on my leg—and I knew that my femur was broken. I looked down at my leg, and it was bent weirdly where it shouldn’t be. I thought: “that does NOT look right…”
I had just had an almost sleepless night where the Spirit was so strong. God was teaching me things about how He works, how to think about life, and how to be graceful in the face of adversity.
And with any new outpouring of the Spirit, adversity tests us.
Just to see what we’re going to choose: to remain steadfast in the light with ever increasing levels of faith, or to succumb to whatever the devils are whispering in our ears?
To remain Spiritually Centered during a trial is what will increase our faith. My faith is growing as, moment by moment, I just choose to trust. It’s a choice. I’m holding in my mind the vision I have of myself with my perfect body in the future, completely radiant and translated—not a scar on my body or a broken bone—laughing and in love.
I don’t think anything happens without some cosmic force guiding us. If we work with God and trust Him, I believe the power of Christ can and WILL be manifested in all of our adversities, and we can have the Spirit—that force—with us always.
May the fourth be with you.