Greetings, Fellow Bloggers!

This past month and a half have been quite the adventure. And definitely NOT what I had in mind when I set out on this sabbatical. Which, ironically has only served to further my conviction that this time away has been prescribed by God. And has also unfolded exactly as He had in mind.

When I posted my original Sabbatical post, I had just been diagnosed with the flu, turned bronchitis and sinus infection. Which lasted a total of 2-1/2 weeks. I might add that I am forever grateful to God for His healing hand through modern medicine, a.k.a. very strong antibiotics. Not to mention the luxury of working from home on the days I was able to do so.

When I began to feel stronger and healthier, I was excited to get outside and off the couch. So my husband and I grabbed our boots and packs and headed for the trail! We picked one of the less crowded and more beautiful trails in our area (less crowded because of its length and its reputation for being more of a strenuous trek), the perfect place for getting away from everything and everyone. But my bliss would quickly take a turn for the worst.

About 3 miles in, we decided to make the hike an out and back and turned around. The last bit of the hike had been mostly uphill for close to a mile and now we were enjoying the downhill leg of our return. Looking back, this was probably not the wisest choice of hikes for having just come off a lengthy illness; I was tired, my legs were tired, the trail was dusty, and my hiking shoes were definitely lacking in the proper tread. I had been meaning to replace them, but had procrastinated a bit too long.

And then it happened. Fast as lightning. Gravity, dust, fatigue, and tread weary shoes finally took their toll and I slipped. My right foot went forward and slightly to the left as it slammed into a large embedded rock straight in the middle of my path. I felt the pop as my ankle broke and my ligaments tore. As if to add insult to injury, I was then thrown down the side of the hill we were descending, my knee taking the brunt of the fall on a large slab of rock, before coming to a complete stop about 7 feet down.

I knew I was in trouble

I tried to stand after about 5 minutes, but couldn’t get off the ground. My husband, who had come down after me, picked me up and took me back to the trail. Hoping against hope, I tried to take a step, but it was impossible to do anything but stand. And that, not very well.

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So, what do you do when you are about 2-1/2 miles from your car, can’t walk, and have no cell phone signal? You either crawl or someone carries you. You guessed it. My husband carried me on his back down the rest of the hill, then mostly uphill and over boulders all the way back to our car. Of course we took a few breaks, and thankfully I’m small and don’t weigh a lot, but who does that?! My husband, that’s who.

I won’t bore you with the details of my horrible doctor experience, then my wonderful doctor experience, my incredible physical therapist, and my extremely understanding and accommodating employer – who once again has been very generous in allowing me to work 100% from home for the next several weeks, until I am healed enough to get out of my cast boot and can begin walking and driving on my own.

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It’s been 41 days (6 weeks) since my fall and from what they tell me, that’s only a small fraction of the time I will need for a full recovery. On top of fracturing my lower right tibia (inner ankle bone) I have stretched, strain, or torn, all of the ligaments and tendons in my foot and ankle. But I praise God that I didn’t seriously injure the main tendon (peroneal) that runs down the leg and attaches to the foot. That would have been the absolute worst thing that could have happened. It would have required surgery and would very likely have plagued me for the remainder of my life.

In all of this, God has been so good

I give God praise and gratitude for all that could have happened and didn’t. Life isn’t easy for anyone. Whether you’re a Christian or not, we all experience setbacks, illnesses, injuries, catastrophes, heartbreak, etc. But when you know God, suffering is never wasted. Jesus tells us in Matthew 7:24-27,

“Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.”

The rain fell, the floods came, the winds blew and beat upon the houses of both. No one escapes tribulation. It’s a part of our lives in this broken world, like it or not. But those who cling to God, who know Christ and build their lives upon His words, will not fall. In fact, we become stronger through adversity and we’re the better for it. We can’t lose, unless we throw up the white flag.

Thank you

Thank you to all who have been praying for me and my family (things with my family have definitely settled down and are looking hopeful). Thank you for standing by me through the past month and a half as I’ve taken time away. Thank you for your understanding, kind words, and encouragement. I hope I haven’t bored you with my story, but I want you to know that God is good. All the time. And in every circumstance.

I also want to let you know that I’ve decided to continue on my sabbatical for at least another 2-3 weeks. After that, I hope to begin posting at least once a week. Until then..

“The Lord bless you, and keep you; the Lord make His face shine on you, and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up His countenance on you, and give you peace.” ~Numbers 6:24-26 NASB


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