6 months ago I broke my leg. A healing process that was estimated to take 6-8 weeks, has completely consumed 6 months of my life.
At the 2 month mark I quit hearing my pain induced scream, I stopped the replaying that day in my mind. I accepted the fact that I would never really know what happened.
Month 3 rolled around and I swung my leg over the horse that had snapped me like a twig. I started trotting around on my very favorite mare. I was back in my most favorite place on earth, in the center of a 1200 pound animal. Safe.
Month 4 I just assumed I was supposed to hurt for a while. Also the month I got a second opinion. The doctor explained that my rod was to small. That is why I felt shifting at my original break. Heartbroken I consented to another surgery. Where he discovered another break that had been unaddressed. A new rod, a plate and a 10 inch incision later I was on the right track.
Month 5 was a mile stone for me. Everyday I woke up hurting a little less. I started depending less on my crutches. I was gaining my independence back.
Month 6 I felt mourned in my spirit. I couldn’t put my finger on why I felt this way. No enough sun? Maybe because I’m not exercising like I was before. I could hardly get through a worship song without busting into tears. I was in the car where I do the majority of my quiet time. I clearly heard “one percent”.
I’ve heard this term used by horse trainers. One percent a day for a hundred days is a hundred percent. (Colts should progress one percent a day.) Isn’t it so cool how God speaks to you in terms you understand?
Some days I wake up and it hurts one percent less. Everyday I get one percent stronger. One percent closer to getting back to doing the things I love.
I was still confused on why I had heard this in my spirit. One percent.
For days I prayed about it. You don’t just go from a “Baby Chirstian” and three days later a “Seasoned Christian”. It takes one percent.
One percent more in your word. Believing for something one percent harder. Giving one percent more back to the church. Speaking life to the people around you, one percent more.
Don’t give up on your journey just because you aren’t in the same place as someone else.
One percent, One day at a Time.
P.S. It took me about 3 weeks to write this blog. Talk about an emotional ride. Also a big thanks to everyone who has stood beside me in this process. A very special thank you to my physical therapist, Phyllis. Putting up with me 2 times a week for 6 months and never letting me quit. The time you put into me is truly a blessing.