Medical Assistance

Well, I had to take another visit to the doctor… While I was on my 6-month adventure, I actually collected two injuries. One of them is obviously my head injury. Many of you know that story. It is a good one! And thankfully, I only really experience major pain from it once every couple months. Considering everything my poor head and neck went through, I see that as a major success. However, at some point during my trip (I think it was while I was in Belize but I am honestly not sure) I injured my foot. I probably like tripped over a log or something because I am as graceful as a rhino. I really don’t remember the exact moment that it happened. But it never really been super swollen or bruised so I just thought it would go away.

So here we are a year and a half later and it still bothers me. Not an overwhelming amount. I can still walk around campus and even run without too much pain. I started teaching dance again and that usually irritates it but for the most part it’s okay! But I noticed it was starting to get worse so I decided it was about time to get it looked at.

This past Wednesday I went to TOC to get it checked out. They took x-rays of my foot and then my mom and I went and sat in the room while we waited for the doctor to come give me the news. When he walked in, he came and pushed a couple areas on my foot. It actually felt pretty good, like a foot massage… Until he hit that one spot. Lemme tell you, I almost gave him a swift kick to the jaw. He kind of gave a half smile when I cringed because he knew that was going to be my reaction. It was conformation that he knew what was going on.

Apparently, I broke something that he referred to as the “kneecap of my big toe”. Not really sure exactly what that means but it kind of makes sense. But all I knew for sure was that for the past year and a half, I have been walking around broken. And I didn’t even know it! He got onto me for not coming to see him sooner but I thought I was okay. I thought I could handle it by myself.

A lot of times, God is like my doctor. He has all of the answers. He even knows how to fix it. We just have to admit that we have a problem. We have to be willing to let God take an x-ray of our hearts and show us the things that have been hurting us. The things that have been making us broken. That process is scary. And it might hurt. But once we can see and understand what has been hurting us, it should make us want to do whatever it takes to heal it.

Why did it take me so long to finally admit to a doctor that I had a problem and that I was in pain? How long do we walk around with things that hurt us and cause us pain before we finally decide to let God come in and heal us? It’s easy to be stubborn. To think that we can handle everything on our own. That if we just keep ignoring a problem, it will eventually go away. But we are walking around with broken bones. That kind of stuff doesn’t just heal on its own. It involves us making an appointment with THE doctor and healer and letting Him go to work.