I went for a run today.
"Big deal" is what you're probably thinking. But, it kinda is a big deal.
I sprained my ankle in November. If you would have asked me in January or February if I thought I'd run again, I would have said 'No', because I didn't think I would have. I thought I did too much damage to ever run again, let alone heal. In January I was still having so many problems and pains with it that I visited my doctor and I remember sitting on the exam table, trying to hold back tears because I thought I'd never be able to run again, and I was so frustrated.
And here I am, running again.
I was thinking about this on my run today. And then I related it to the pain I'm currently going through. Sometimes it feels as though it will never end. It feels as if I'll never function the way I was meant to in some areas of life...like I'll never be able to 'run' the way I was meant to because I'm crippled from this father wound.
But, I will be able to...because everything heals in time. Just like my ankle, this stuff just needs time.
When I was sitting in the doctor's office that day, we talked about different causes for my pain. She checked and discovered that I am flat-footed. So, I need arch support in my shoes. Once I got the right 'treatment' for my pain, the pain got better and so did my ankle.
Like with my ankle, I need to make sure that I'm getting the right 'treatment' for this father wound. And I believe I am, though it's difficult. But, if I'm treating it right, it will heal...in time.
So, this gives me hope. It gives me hope in the midst of darkness and extreme pain that healing can and will happen. It just needs time.
