Three years ago today, I was wheeled into pre-op for a seven-hour surgery. I went under anesthesia for the first time. My entire spine was fused together. Two 18-inch rods were screwed in 18 places into my spine. I had to learn to sit again-- how to stand, walk, and use my arms and legs again. I can no longer bend my back. There is an 18-inch scar down my back (which I am SO proud of). My spine is so much straighter now. My lungs have room for me to breathe. And three years ago today-- yes, in one day-- I grew an inch and a half.
But much more importantly than the physical changes in my life, my attitude changed. I had my dreams. I wanted to be a private piano teacher and volleyball coach for the rest of my life, because that's what I loved doing-- certainly NOT because I wanted to teach. (Teaching kids was the last thing I wanted to do.) I simply did things because I wanted to and it made my life more enjoyable. But three years ago, I was told that my volleyball days were basically over. And while lying in bed one night trying to think of things other than the pain, I thought about the pain Christ must have experienced. I realized that He didn't necessarily want to suffer in pain-- but He did it willingly because He loved us. I came out of this with a straighter spine. He was rejected, tormented, and put to death-- because He loves us.

And just so you know, I'm back to volleyball again. It's a little bit harder, but certainly appreciated more.
Three years ago today, God used my weakness for His glory-- and still is, every single day.
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