Look Ma, no swollen ankle

Remember this?

Now we're at this:

My girl is officially released to play volleyball again! She had her final appointment with the Orthopedist this week, and there were lots of smiles and cheers going on around my house when she got home. She wasn't able to play at the game Tuesday night, but we're hoping but Friday she'll be ready.

This is not something any of us wanted to happen, but Romans 8:28 says that "all things work together for good for those who love God and are called according to His purpose". These past several weeks have been a lesson in patience and a time of bonding for my girl and her dad. And God has worked some very special things into their relationship.

I have said this before, but I really mean it. I am so thankful that my husband is a physical therapist. I appreciate the fact that he is knowledgeable and compassionate and cares about his patients, whether he is related to them or not. He truly wants them to get better.

And we have seen that as he's worked with K. He has been patient with her questions and encouraged her when she asked every day if her ankle looked better. When she was able to start therapy (which, hello, was FA-REE), he pushed her as far as he thought she could go.

Now, her body is healed and her spirit is encouraged. This was not my plan, but I am thankful that it was God's.

Originally posted October 2008 @ Mom in Transition