SKINNY LEGS

About a week ago, I was pretty close to dismay. The first stage of injury had gone by: my swelling was gone now. But I looked at my legs and saw I'd been spending so much time just recovering from my fall, my muscles were atrophying.

I quickly e-mailed my sister and had her pray with me. You can say I'm getting better, I told her, but even if I do, if my muscle mass is gone, I won't be able to get back on my feet and live like before. I wanted to cry.

There was a painting showing skinny barefoot legs. God seemed to say to me, "No leg is too bony for me June; just give them to Me." The painting showed 12 pairs of legs. The disciples, I thought? And I was urged, "Just step out--even with that bony leg--and follow Me." I responded I would, and in 10 min., I sketched this drawing:

I sent that picture to my sister, and the next time I checked, I was ecstatic; there was muscle coming in my calves! Then I felt silly, knew EXACTLY how Rhoda and the believers must've felt when they prayed for St. Peter's release from prison. When he really was released by an angel and found himself knocking at their door, they didn't let him in right away, thinking it must be a ghost! DO WE REALLY PRAY EXPECTING GOD TO ANSWER?!

I think God's sense of humor is something else. Yesterday, Kinya accompanied me to the doctor's office to pick up my monthly medicine (Yes, we decided to walk, since it's close, and we could make it, instead of a long, direct walk, a photo...oh, that'll be another post.) I think God winked again in letting KINYA get tired and look for a bench to sit down on!

It was as if HE was saying, "I can give your legs all the strength you need, sweetie! You just pray...and believe expectantly, okay?"