Turning Stone Into Gold
On quiet resilience and the miracle of rebuilding
Don’t forget you’re allowed to tell yourself you’re doing a good job.
You can compliment the hard things you’re doing.
I put my hand on this absolute monstrosity of a brace and talked to my leg the way I would talk to one of my daughters.
You’re doing a good job.
You’re working so hard to heal.
You’re literally turning a donor graft into a ligament.
You’re making magic happen.
You’re powerful.
And you’re mine.
Then I touched my heart.
Life is hard.
Trusting God is easy.
But the transitions? They use up a lot of emotion.
Just like this graft, my heart is always healing. A lifelong rebuild. Taking what feels like minor travesties and slowly turning them into empowerment.
My heart is making magic, too.
No matter what my body endures, it keeps showing me what it’s capable of.
Turning stone into gold.
And that is something to think about.
🌅 Hanging By Sunrise
