“The Lord dealt with me according to my righteousness; according to the cleanness of my hands, He rewarded me…” Psalms 18:20
It would be foolish to believe that the moment any one of us accepts Jesus Christ into our hearts, that Satan steps back, counts his losses, and moves on to torment another. That is far from the truth. You see, as I said before, Satan is bitter. Resentful. And keen. Individuals in pursuit of a closer relationship with Christ are not exempt from hardship or suffering or misfortune–in fact, they are often targeted. Tested. Tempted. Satan continues to wage war and continues to tease. The difference? This time, those who have accepted Christ into their hearts enter battle with a new army surrounding. An army so extensive in number, that the ranks flood the battlefield like a sea of unyielding power. With the strength of a King on their side and the love of a gentle Father picking them up when they are knocked down. With the confidence of a warrior fighting for the purpose of good–fighting for the purpose of grace–fighting for the purpose of salvation. I don’t know about you, but I would much rather give control to the King of all Kings and fight for His cause. I would enter battle any day of the week knowing I am surrounded by that kind of strength.
Recovery from my accident was not quick, nor easy. Physically, my body took a great deal of time to heal. I had to take “incompletes” in my courses and remain home in Georgia, bound to a bed, for close to two months. In that time, there was a great deal of physical pain. Complications to my condition put me back in and out of the hospital, and the mending of my broken bones was often nauseating and debilitating. Most severely, the bruising to my brain left me unable to put together complete sentences. Unable to articulate my thoughts and feelings into the proper words. Unable to speak without the handicap of a stutter.
However, the physical pain and the repercussions of my injuries were futile and petty. For my heart was strong–surrounded by an impenetrable armor and overflowing with strength and grace. I was like a young school girl enamored by a new love. I was captivated by my God and hungry to grow in my faith. Hungry to grow in the Word. Hungry to learn more, do more, and feel more. Hungry to be His priestess and share of His light and His power.
Returning to school for Spring of 2010, I was mending, but still physically handicapped. I entered into extensive physical and neurological rehabilitation. Though I was suffering from sever post-concussive syndrome and still walking around in a fog, I was able to complete my finals from the previous semester and stay on track with my courses in the new year. After close to 6 months of recovery and 6 months of walking hand-in-hand with my King, I was finally cleared by the neurologist and back in functioning form. I had been purged of my stutter and only felt remnants of the after-effects from my injuries. (Still to this day I have some short-term memory issues, but I know I will be healed of that, too, in time). I had worked, relentlessly, with the strength of my King, to get my body back into playing form and to build myself, as an athlete, back up from my broken state.
I find it enthralling to sit back and see the works of our God. We serve a God with an unbelievable sense of timing. And an unbelievable sense of humor. A day doesn’t pass where I don’t laugh at His splendor. He shows himself in the most terrific manners. It was not even a week after I was finally cleared by my neurologist that my phone rang. Confused by the unidentified number, I hesitantly answered and sat on the phone, in a state of shock, for close to 10 minutes. When the individual on the other line hung up, I dropped my phone, leaned back in the chair in the middle of Middleton Library, threw my hands up towards the heavens and simply laughed. Laughed and felt His grace fall like rain. The individual on the other line was a representative from the U.S. Women’s National Soccer Team. I had just been invited to compete with the U-23 U.S. Women’s National Team in Portland for a week. What a fantastic sense of timing our Lord has… 🙂
(to be continued)