I'll take a break from theological musings here for a moment, and just let you take a peek into my world for a minute.
I didn't take the time to write about falling off my roof a month ago, because I thought it was stupid, and didn't want you guys to laugh at me. Well, a fall off the roof caused enough trauma to allow for a disc in my back to bulge out and start working on my nerves. So, for the last month I've been traveling and speaking with this bulging disc. (The doctor actually calls it a protrusion, but hey…it looks like a bulge to me.)
I didn't want to complain.
I surely didn't want to seem weak.
It's just back pain, right?
Well, today I got the MRI to confirm it. C5-C6, you can see it right in the film. WOW!! There's not a lot of space back there for things to move around.
I asked the Doc, "What do I need to do to fix it?"
"Option 1, Physical therapy.
Option 2, a steroid shot in the spine.
Option 3, disc replacement.
Option 4, Fusion."
Ok, so I've never been one to really entertain the surgery idea. So I chose Option 1 to see if I can figure it out with a Physical therapist.
I walked over the PT office, they can't see me for a week. AGGHHH. I'm just thinking about how in the world I'm going to function for the next couple of weeks of travel.
"Hey, I'll give you this traction device to take home with you." The physical therapist says. And he proceeds to hand me this box with something out of a gothic terror movie.
So I'm walking around all day with this medieval torture device in my backseat thinking all along, "if a cop stops me, I'm gonna have some real hard explaining to do."
I went through the day kind of bummed.
I've got a big season coming up here at KIVU.
God, I don't have time for this.
Can you just reach down and heal me?
I left work a little discouraged. Dobber down. Feeling sorry for myself.
I pulled in the driveway, walked up to open the door, and in the house sits a friend I haven't seen in 5 years. We exchanged hellos, and then she says, 'What's wrong with your back?' I told her the short version, as not to exacerbate the issue and sound like a baby.
"Well good. I can help."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Don't you remember, I'm a Physical Therapist." she said.
I almost fell over.
What are the chances that I come home to my own personal therapist the same day I get the results of my MRI? Are you kidding me? What in the world? Some people will call that a mystery, I'm sorry…that's just the Love of God.
I'm just thanking God for being so good to me today.
Could it be coincidence? I don't know. But I know that God has His hands on my life. I know He knows what I need and when I need it. I know He's a God that cares for me like one of His own. And for that, I'm so grateful.
I still have neck pain, but hey….knowing the Lord has His eye on me today…it makes my spirit strong. I'm thankful.
I thought maybe some of you out there needed to know that today. I don't know. I'm just sitting here thinking…God is So Good!!