Did You Cry When You Hurt Your Hand?

One of the kids at church recently asked me, “Did you cry when you hurt your hand?” The answer: no, I didn’t cry during the injury. But I did cry once I got home after surgery.

Why? Because I was overwhelmed with gratitude.

From Facebook messages, texts, and phone calls, to hospital staff who prayed with me, I felt loved, seen, and cared for. Even the volunteer who walked me to pre-op (shout out to Gary!) reminded me how valuable simple conversations can be. People often say, “I feel your prayers.” I don’t always know what that means, but I can tell you—I felt God’s presence through the love of others.

Today, I got my stitches out (not fun—but necessary, like so many things in life!). The doctor was impressed with how well I’m healing, and now I get to start physical therapy. One of the exercises even involves Play-Doh—so maybe I’ll have some fun with it.

I’ve also realized how much I’ve taken for granted. Simple things like using both hands freely—I miss them! I can’t wait to get back to push-ups, especially my “head, shoulders, knees, and toes” push-up challenge with friends.

Through all of this, I sense God telling me to slow down and listen. I may not fully understand why this happened, but I’m grateful for what I’m learning and for the ways it’s drawing me closer to Him.

Thank you again for every prayer, message, and word of encouragement. It means more than I can express. If you’d like to hear more, I just shared a new podcast episode on this journey—you can find it at ProclaimMinistries.com or on our app.

Lesson I’m learning: Don’t take the little things for granted.

It’s been said, “Life is a gift.” I agree. But I’d add this: the struggle is part of the gift too.