I just want to take a moment to give all glory and praise to the Lord for what He has done in my life. Over these past long months, I went through pain, setbacks, frustration, and a lot of uncertainty with my ankle. There were days when I had no idea how things would turn out, and days when I honestly felt defeated. But through every part of this journey, the Lord remained faithful.
I believe the underlying issue may have been a strange form of CRPS Stage I — a truly horrific condition in any form. By God’s grace, I was able to avoid going down that road completely. I didn’t end up needing gabapentin, and I was spared the fear of possibly being stuck on it for the rest of my life. The Lord protected me even in the things I feared might happen.
Today, I can finally say my ankle is getting back to 100% normal. The strength is returning, the soreness is fading, the strange and bogus nerve signals are fading, and little by little I’m getting back to the life I had before the injury. None of this happened because of luck or chance — it happened because God carried me through the hardest moments, even when I couldn’t see it.
The Lord gave me patience when I had none. He gave me peace when I was afraid. He led me to the right doctors and helped me make the decisions I needed to make, even when it meant starting over again. And now, He is restoring what was damaged.
I thank Him for His mercy, His healing, and His faithfulness. Recovery isn’t always quick or easy, but I’ve learned that God works in the slow, quiet moments just as much as He works in the sudden miracles. He truly is “a very present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1 KJV).
All I can say is this: Thank You, Lord. You have been so good to me. I was the least worthy to receive Your mercy—yet You still poured it out on me.
I believe the underlying issue may have been a strange form of CRPS Stage I — a truly horrific condition in any form. By God’s grace, I was able to avoid going down that road completely. I didn’t end up needing gabapentin, and I was spared the fear of possibly being stuck on it for the rest of my life. The Lord protected me even in the things I feared might happen.
Today, I can finally say my ankle is getting back to 100% normal. The strength is returning, the soreness is fading, the strange and bogus nerve signals are fading, and little by little I’m getting back to the life I had before the injury. None of this happened because of luck or chance — it happened because God carried me through the hardest moments, even when I couldn’t see it.
The Lord gave me patience when I had none. He gave me peace when I was afraid. He led me to the right doctors and helped me make the decisions I needed to make, even when it meant starting over again. And now, He is restoring what was damaged.
I thank Him for His mercy, His healing, and His faithfulness. Recovery isn’t always quick or easy, but I’ve learned that God works in the slow, quiet moments just as much as He works in the sudden miracles. He truly is “a very present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1 KJV).
All I can say is this: Thank You, Lord. You have been so good to me. I was the least worthy to receive Your mercy—yet You still poured it out on me.
