Sonya's Spot

P.S. "YeeeHaawww!"

This is just to share my joy that this surgery was nothing like my first one. After my first surgery in '06, I was taken out of the hospital in a wheelchair, used a walker for the first two weeks, then crutches for the first month and even intermittently for the next year because I could hardly put any weight on my left leg. This time, however, five minutes after I came out of 'la la land' I was walking around with no pain (from weight-bearing) and no assistance devices. I walked out of the hospital BY MYSELF! The saying is "never say never"...but, I can say that I will never be sorry I had the screws taken out. In the same breath I will also never be sorry for what the Lord continues to do in my life. The fact that these two "nevers" can exist in the same paragraph just shows that God is a great God.

Two Screws Less - update on my surgery

I’m sure by now you all have given up checking this blog for updated updates (does anyone with a lovely dial-up speed of 28.8 kbps share my pain?). But the promise of my wonderful friend, Carrie Martin, rings true (the "I promise" blog on Aug.5th). I am still alive and my surgery on July 3rd did what I was hoping it would do - that is, relieve me of the most debilitating pain I was having, and slowly gain back what I was able to do 'once upon a time' two years ago.

From the time the screws were put in two years ago, to the time they were taken out, I was on a downward spiral. From the human standpoint, it seems a wasted two years since I am back to square one with my back problems. Well...okay, 'square zero' might be more accurate. After all, not only did the screws not fix the major problem, they created other problems like muscle weakness which is taking months of physical therapy to overcome (although, there is the plus that the nerve damage healed during that time - could‘ve fooled me that anything had healed during those two years). But we all know because of who God is, nothing is ever wasted. Not even pain.

Speaking of physical therapy, I finished six weeks of it at the end of September - three hours a day, three times a week, plus an hour of traveling time. I felt as if I had a full-time job! Thankfully, I can now continue this program here at home. I'm still having some pain, still avoiding sitting, still avoiding driving long distances, still lying down quite a bit throughout the day, but...trust. It's a beautiful word. And who is more worthy of my trust than the One who created me and saved me?

Bambie surprised me by driving all night long from Michigan to drive with us to Atlanta for my surgery.

Talking on the phone to Sophia five minutes before I was given the "I feel good" stuff. Sis couldn't leave her post in Michigan.

Day Camp in MI - Aug.18-22

Dad, Mom, and I headed north to Benton Harbor, MI to serve and be blessed by what God is doing through Sophia in her work with the Mexican migrant families. Besides helping with the songtime, my other title was "Floater". This was the second year for this week of organized chaos, blessings and blasts. Only, this time we had the children from 9:00 a.m.-4:00 p.m. Children were saved and others were edified and challenged in their walk with God - and we stood in awe everyday of the work God was doing in lives. We had 75-80 in attendance.