Real life miracles? I am a believer for sure!

So it's been a while since I have last blogged, and let me tell you, I have missed it dearly! Life get's crazy as so many of us know, and in my case...crazy has been a good thing! I have been battling a lot of medical problems for the past five months, and to be honest, it has been a tough road. I have faced doctors with no answers, medicines with severe side effects, and odds that seemed impossible. Throughout this whole journey, people have told me that I have the right to just throw my hands up and say "this is not fair, why me?" However, that just seemed so...sooo, well, unfair in itself. Yeah of course the situation was frustrating and dismal looking, but I knew I could hold onto three truths. --1) The Lord is my Rock. 2) He will never ever give me more than I can handle. 3) God has a hold of my life and everything that happens is according to His plan.-- After thinking about those facts, my problems didn't even seem so bad. If my God was for me, then who could ever stop me? If He was directing my paths according to His perfect plan, then what did I have to fear? If He leads me to something, then don't you know He will pull me through it? Talk about some reassurance! My goodness, that just makes a gal feel awfully good about her present circumstances. From crying out in the middle of the night in pain to laying in a MRI machine for  hours, I KNEW, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that God my God was holding me tight, protecting me, loving me, never letting me go. Now, I say all that pretty confidently, which of course I am, but I did have my fair share of struggles throughout. There was times in which the pain would try everything it could to get the best of me. I can remember when I would try to walk, and my legs just wouldn't work! Looking back onto all this now, I clearly remember one tough morning. I had been up all night with leg pain and when six o'clock rolled around I decided to get up. I rotated my body out of bed and put my feet on the floor. I couldn't feel it. I sat up and looked around, I couldn't see anything clearly. I gripped the edge of the bed and tried to stand, my body wouldn't let me. I desperately tried to take a step, my brain wouldn't connect. I felt so helpless. As I sat there on my bed, my eyes were blurred, there was a disconnect between my legs, spine, and brain, and I couldn't tell where my lower limbs were...I remembered the verse "This day belongs to the Lord! Let's celebrate and be glad today." Psalm 118:24. Right there, in my moment and despair and hurt, I chose to give that day to the Lord and cast all my anxieties on Him. (1 Peter 5:7) From that point forward I decided that everyday that I am given is a gift from the Lord, and again, according to his plan. Who am I to be "down in the dumps" because of what He has given me? Regardless if my day is filled with pain and suffering or fun and good health, it is His day, and it's my job to take it and have joy in my heart. It has been a very long road from that particular morning to now. The doctors had plainly stated to me that I would not walk normally for one to two years. I would have to deal with a severe handicap for a good long time. I have said before that I felt at peace with this diagnosis and that has held true this whole time. Again, truth number two, I knew the Lord wouldn't give me anything I couldn't handle. This whole deal seemed like more of a challenge, like let me show you what I got God! With that attitude in mind, I was determined to beat the odds. When I thought about my goal to beat the odds, I figured I would try for like six months from now...nothing even close to what God had in store for me! Little did I know that the Lord had a certifiable miracle in store for all this. To make a long story short, or shorter...I went through phases of walking with a walker, walking with a cane, or being in a wheelchair. I had high points, but then they would go back into the slump of immobility. One weekend I would be strolling around with my zebra print cane, then the next would consist of a cruise in my camo wheelchair. A little frustrating? Oh yes, I will fully admit to that. Totally discouraging however? No way, God still had my back. I had gained an even more clear realization that every day was a gift from above. I had learned the meaning of not taking a day for granted. I continued to go through those "up and down" periods for some time, until one day I felt like I had to courage to walk without my cane, to step out in faith. I remembering saying out loud: "Lord, I can't feel my legs, I really have no clue what I'm doing, but I feel like you have given me the strength to step out and challenge this head on. I feel a little silly right now, but I know you got my back G." From there I proceeded to put my cane down, take one step, then another, then another, until I was walking normally! I was like woahhhh baby, this is crazy! I AM WALKING! Now to really wrap things up here, I had gone onto scooping out horse stall, running on the treadmill, dancing around the house with my dog, really getting back into the swing of things! I have been walking normally now for about three weeks, and yes, I know that a relapse is possible, but I am hanging onto the hope that God has worked a miracle in me and is holding my hand through all this. I have been granted a discontinued physical therapy schedule and a closer to normal school routine. I have returned to working out and regained the strength to muck out the barn. I praise God for EVERYTHING He has done in my life. I praise Him for allowing me go through a life changing experience like this and learning from it. I can now honestly say I have witnessed a God-breathed miracle first hand! "IT DOES NOT BELONG TO US, LORD. THE GLORY BELONGS TO YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR LOVE AND LOYALTY." Psalm 115:1