This post is an addendum to my Giving Space for Grace post. A day after that post, and two days after the lecture I was in charge of hosting (you can see the lecture here), while I was still receiving a flood of complimentary email about it, I fell and hurt my arm. I knew I could not fall out of God’s care, but as the day progressed, I was in more and more pain, until it was excruciating.
I called a Christian Science practitioner to help me through prayer, which is something I rarely do, since it is my own profession as well. Then I went to a walk-in emergency care place. They took x-rays of my arm that showed that the large bone above my elbow was broken, and that my elbow was “shattered.” Since it was Saturday, I was put in a splint and given an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon for Monday morning. Because I was in such pain, they were not able to get x-rays from every angle, and I was told that I probably would need a cat-scan before reconstructive surgery.
I lay awake most of Saturday night praying. The thought that kept recurring to me was how effortlessly God had pulled together all the details for the lecture, and how that was not so very different from Him pulling together all those bits of bone in my elbow and arm. I finally went to sleep at about 6am Sunday morning, and when I awoke several hours later, I was no longer in pain.
Monday morning I went to see the orthopedic surgeon. He asked for the x-rays that were taken Saturday, but I did not have them, so I had a new set of x-rays done, for which I was now able to move in the way they needed me to. These people had never seen the disastrous x-rays from Saturday, and the new ones (only two days later!) looked completely different, and were blissfully clean by comparison. My jaw dropped. It was so surreal.
The upper arm bone was no longer broken and the elbow was no longer shattered! I was so awed and grateful for this amazing and prompt progress!
However, the new x-rays showed that I supposedly had a broken “radial head” in my elbow for which they didn’t even recommend a cast (only a sling) since they want to encourage some movement so it wouldn’t get too stiff. Remembering what our lecturer said, “Don’t accept almost, accept already,” I wore a sling (that we fashioned out of a scarf) for three days– through last Wednesday– during which time I painted the pastel abstract I posted last week that was only done with my non-dominant hand, since my right arm was in the sling.
Now, I’m driving again, writing again, and lifting things with my right hand again, marveling both at how much we take for granted, and at how attentive God is when called upon through understanding prayer. This has been a humbling experience. I am glad to have had such clear proof that when we consciously choose not to accept limitations, time is not a factor in healing. Truly we cannot fall out of God’s care. I am so thankful!