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“Yeah, I don’t even know how I found her,” I mentioned to my husband offhandedly, as I distractedly finished my lunch. I had forgotten.
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We were talking about my chiropractor, who was like a gift from God, healing my back with her expertise.
The next morning, my prayer group reminded me how I had found her. Years earlier, a friend had some trouble with her foot. She mentioned the name of the person who is now my chiropractor.
Her, Holy Spirit seemed to nudge my heart.
My friend was reluctant to share her contact information with me. “I have no idea if she even adjusts backs,” she cautioned.
Her, Holy Spirit seemed to repeat.
I was in a phase of rejecting all therapy at that time.
Everything I tried, every physiotherapist, chiropractor, masseuse, and others had made me worse. Much worse. I was afraid to try anyone else.
“I’ll just have to solve this on my own,” I had thought.
But with a nudge from God, I made the call. I was tense and nervous in her office that first day. But she became the gift God gave to me.
And I was thankful for her.
Until I forgot about her (Hey! It happens!)
Months later, I hobbled around, one hand on my back, bent over and twisted.
Even though it had NOTHING to do with my ego, an inadequate assessment of my own strength, or trying to impress others, I did (a teensy bit!) too much in my new CrossFit class that week.
Aside: This is a picture of me at the gym so you can be suitably impressed with how strong I am!
Wait – I meant to put in this picture1, below – Whatever!
But on that (annoying) day, after my too-intense workout, I could feel my lower back muscles clench, pushing me into a C-shape. “This strain will probably get better on its own,” I thought. I was in denial, again, but my body kept slowly bending me over.
The name of my chiropractor popped into my head.
Oh right! But we were leaving on holiday.
I didn’t think I had the time to see her, and she is normally booked weeks in advance, anyway.
I continued to pack, holding my aching back. But again, and again, the chiropractor’s name went through my head that morning, as I was thinking of other things. This is one of the ways God speaks to us.
He reminds us, again and again.
We don’t always pay attention to the first few2 times.
I finally called the chiropractor, the one I hadn’t seen in five months, the one I had somehow forgotten about after a season of happy back. She surprisingly had one cancellation that morning, which worked perfectly before we left on holiday. Her touch was like the hand of God.
I don’t mean to be overly dramatic, but that is how it felt to me.
My body obeyed the chiropractor’s touch and re-aligned. My posture was upright. I (carefully) went about my day, and in only several days, instead of several months, I was running again.
I could run faster, complete the triathlon, and horse around with the kids again sooner, much sooner.
(There is another and another who helped my back a ton as well, but those are different stories.)
God walked with me in my pain, and His Spirit guided me to a person who used her skills to allow God’s healing through my body.
And I have remembered, now, to be thankful to God for her, too.
If I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me.
Need some advice?
God, you long to give out treasures, but we so infrequently come to You to receive. Help us, Jesus, to run to You as a small child in distress runs to their parent, longing for an embrace. May we trust You more deeply with our headaches, heartaches, body aches, and spiritual aches.
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Photo Credit – Yeah! I Feel Like That, Too! by Thomas Oxford on Unsplash, Me! by Random Person Standing Nearby, and Wow! She’s STRONG! by Marvin Cors on Unsplash (No Wait – Reverse The Order Of Those Last Two Photos – Whatever!)
1 What? WHO said that’s a “Training Bar” and “Training Weights”! You can’t prove it from that photo! (To my editor: Can they?)
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Restoring Life 