Today, November 17th, marks the 9 year anniversary of my accident… I wish I could say it is behind me, but aftermath of it, still effects my daily life. There have been so many emotions surrounding this day. At just 12 years old, I was going in for emergency surgery on my hip after falling in a cave. I was told all I would need was one surgery to pin my hip back in place. That wasn’t the case. One surgery turned into two, then three… then 11. At one point, I was told to live on methadone. Many surgeons gave up on my case and told me it was, “in my head.” It got so bad, I wasn’t able to walk for more than 5 minutes, I wasn’t able to shower well, or properly go to the bathroom. I felt robbed of life. I wanted to give up, but God wouldn’t let me.

Now, I am living with a prosthetic hip and I am able to do so much more because of it. I found a surgeon who saw my case when I was 17, and told me, “we are in this for the long haul.”

You see, I once use to be in that wheelchair… but now I am not. So for the rest of my life, I WILL NOT remain still. I will tell you about a God who has redeemed my life, who has breathed strength into my bones and has carried me, even when I didn’t even know it was Him. I will tell you how He has taken my limp and has used it for good.

There is always hope! ❤️