“Do you think God will heal me?” I ask my 4-year old.
“Of course, Mama.”
“Why are you so sure?”
“Because He is good, Mama.”
“Then why did I get a new injury?”
“It was an accident, Mama.”
“Who can I be angry with?“
“No one, Mama. Nobody knew. Let me kiss it for you.”
The MRI results were worse than expected.
Two surgeons recommended
need surgery, braces and crutches for six weeks.
Part of me was angry that this injury happened during physiotherapy.
Part of me felt God had set me up for it.
Part of me had hoped for a supernatural healing.
But I feel a strange peace. I know I can trust God. I can forgive. I can move on.
He is in control.