Recover. A word with so many meanings.
- Return to a normal state of health, mind or STRENGTH
- Find or regain possession of (something stolen or lost)
- Be well again
- Regain control of
And one that I am going to add myself…..HOPE
Hope may not be a “dictionary” definition of recover, however, it defines what the word instills in my heart.
Of all of these definitions, my two favorite are most definitely hope and strength. Isaiah 40:31 says “But those who HOPE in the Lord will renew their STRENGTH. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint.”
As humans we all have to recover from so many things in this life. Whether it be addiction, abuse, depression, health problems, trauma, injury or hundreds of other reasons, everyone has their own. My most recent reason was this last knee surgery. I have learned quite a few things through this whole process.
- Fear is most definitely a liar. Of all of my irrational fears before this surgery took place, not one of them came true. Yes there was pain, but that was a fact I was prepared for.
- In order to put trust in other people you must first put trust in God. Trust that he gave them gifts and has called them to their purpose. If I had not had prayer and been able to lay my fear down at his feet, I’m not sure I would have gone through with this surgery. He kept sending me little reminders of why it was necessary, it was whether or not I chose to listen. This time I did.
- Don’t ever try to curl your hair on narcotics. Especially if this is not a normal routine for you. The tomboy that I am did not quite understand this concept. The point being, unless you want your couch to catch on fire (true story) don’t attempt it. Annnnd I just realized my husband will be reading this….uhhhhh sorry honey?
- Take time and submit to the process. I can’t rush healing, if I do, it set me back. Sometimes even further than my original starting point. One day and one step at a time.
- Letting go of control, submitting to the plan laid out for me can and usually will be better for me in the long run.
- Sometimes you have to be brave enough to go into public in shorts, TED hose and a walker to find happiness. And you can find it, regardless of who may be laughing at you. (usually your adult kids making tennis ball comments)
- Freedom is a gift that should never be taken for granted.
This is just an example of my physical recovery. All of this translates into other aspects of life. Fear creates anxiety and allows your imagination to create a worst case scenario before it ever happens. It creates unrest and chaos. Again, 365 times in the Bible “do not be afraid,” “fear not”
When I put my trust in others and not Jesus, I set unreachable expectations and end up let down. Everyone is human. It is not fair to put expectations and unattainable wishes on others in my life. Jesus is the ONLY one I should be putting my trust and faith in. The rest falls into place from there. Yes, even the people in my life. Why? Because HE is always in control. As people, we will disappoint and be disappointed in return. Jesus has control of everything, even relationships. Trust, thats a hard thing for me. It’s one of those daily choices I have to make and very often fail to. Yet again, Gods word tells me that He has plans to prosper me, not to harm me. Plans to give me hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11). Why is it such a struggle at times to just trust Him with that. Maybe we will find out as I continue to recover from my baggage. One day at a time, one choice at a time.
Submission. It’s really not a dirty word if taken in the correct context. The way I understand submission when it comes to God is honoring and having faith in His plan for me. Letting go of my ways and surrendering to His will. Beautiful things happen when surrender and submission occur. The reason, again, is that God has a much better plan for me than I could ever dream of for myself.
Humor. Oh my goodness. The gift of laughter. One of the greatest blessings that could have ever been bestowed on me. God has an amazing sense of humor. The ability to laugh during a struggle is undoubtedly what has pulled me through more than once. So if I go into public looking like I belong in a retirement community in Florida and can laugh alongside everyone else about it, well that just makes recovery that much easier. It lightens the load, if even just for a minute.
Freedom. This is so big. The past week I have been pretty cooped up. I think Cabin fever set in less than 48 hours into this. The thing I have learned the most from this portion of recovery is how blessed I am to be able to go outside, to enjoy the mountains, the fresh air and the gift of freedom. It has made me slow down and appreciate every moment I get outside. The warmth of the sun, the feel of a breeze on your skin, the smell of rain, and the sense of just being in the world that HE created for us, the beauty of nature, without the hustle and bustle. What an amazing gift.
Visions of tapping the heels of my “ruby red slippers” together, saying “there’s no place like home” and getting lost with Jesus on a mountain trail for a day or two are bold in my mind. It is my inspiration to not give up, to trust, to slow down and do things right, so that sooner than later I can be back in my “home” enjoying my time in nature with Him.
Recover = Hope and Strength. Combine those two and recovery suddenly turns into a much more important and desired state of being.
I am Praying that we all find our hope and strength, one day at a time, one step at a time and most importantly, one prayer at a time.
Remember that you are VERY loved and there is a wonderful plan for you. Don’t give up.