“Why did this happen, God?”
Last Thursday, exactly 12 weeks post-surgery, on the exact day I was supposed to be cleared to return to “normal activities,” I sustained an unexpected injury during physiotherapy.
After walking through a long tunnel of darkness, wondering if the pain would ever go away, it finally did at the 11th week mark post-op. But it was short lived.
A new pain surfaced from a new injury requiring yet another MRI today.
My heart is weary. When will this end, God? Will I never be counted fit for service in the mission field? What other unexpected mishaps ought I anticipate?
But I look back at this post I’d written last week and tear up realizing it was written for myself for this day.
I encourage myself— that the “treasures of darkness” (Isaiah 45:3) we glean are those that can only be collected in the dark. So if you, like me, are grappling with making sense of a series of unfortunate events that you’ve grown weary of, remember this- the darkness will not last forever.
Glean what you can when it’s dark, still. For I’m believing with you, that Dawn will come.
*Thank you for all yr prayers. I’ll find out my MRI results tmrw to determine next steps.