Two white flashes of intense pain and I was on the floor on Easter Sunday morning. I could not move my lower legs and thought I’d dislocated my knees. No such luck.
A calming wave of trust came over me. In fact, I heard the word “trust” somewhere in my being and I knew who had said it.
While on the floor, I looked down at my legs and saw a “step-off” where none should have been, just above my knee caps. The tendons of both my quads had ruptured and my life was at a stopping point this Resurrection Sunday.
For four months since, I have had to listen for that word “trust.” Through full leg braces and physical therapy and through nights of sleep segmented by bouts of leg-pain, I have remembered to trust in the Lord. My prayer has been “Show me the way I should walk.” “Show me how to walk.” “Walk alongside of me.” I don’t know where I am going to end up but I’m trusting it will be a good place.