LOOK MA; NO HANDS!

I resigned myself to walking with a slight limp.  Both legs were definitely better now, and I could put my weight on them, move about without the walker. But that left knee...it had been almost two weeks, and a spark of pain kept me from shifting on it  freely.

I'd fallen before, I reasoned, but this time, I was in my 60's, and my body probably couldn't fix itself up like it did when I was younger. I wonder what kind of bodies we'll be getting in Glory?

Friday, I decided it was safe to wash my hair--I asked God to please do it for me as I stepped in the shower room and tried to focus my attention on keeping myself safe. A few hours later, I realized I was waking up in my bedroom where I had fallen asleep, exhausted, after strenuous concentration, I suppose, in washing my hair without slipping and hurting myself again. I couldn't remember one bout with pain; rather, I had also been given a headful of clean hair and deep, blissful rest.

"Oh Lord, thank You," I found myself praying, and a silent song of Doxology filled my mind on that bed. I started getting misty-eyed. I shared it with my sisters.

"Praise God from Whom all blessings flow/Praise Him all creatures here below/Praise Him above, ye heavenly host/Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost/A-men"

The body's damage repair seems to take a lot out of you. I lay down for a nap again yesterday...but when I got up, that consternating, ever-present pain-in-the-knee was gone! When my sister came to the door in the afternoon, I met her with,

"Looky!" As I tapped the floor with my left foot, I was wearing a grin that looked like I had just won a gold medal--I knew what it meant--but I was just standing otherwise.

I made Kinya promise not to laugh, then I told him I'd been SURE my knee wasn't going to get any better, 

"But now it looks like it's going to get better after all...um, can I have lunch?"