Before my accident, I kept saying the same thing to myself: I want to be in the best shape of my life when I turn 60. I meant it. I was hiking, walking, going to the gym. I was building strength in my body and imagining a future where I kept getting stronger, not weaker. Then the accident happened. I was still 59. I turned 60 in a hospital bed. I lost a leg. I fractured my other leg in multiple places. I broke ribs. I had vertebrae injuries. My body went into heart and kidney failure. Pain became constant, not occasional. Everything I thought I was building… was suddenly gone. And for a long time, I couldn’t understand something: If I was focusing on health, strength, and vitality… how did I end up here? I used to think maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I thought wrong. Maybe I “manifested” the wrong thing. But I’m starting to see something different now. Life isn’t a formula where good thoughts guarantee safe outcomes. Bodies exist in a world where accidents happen, s...
How I know there's a power greater than me?
It hit me one day walking the beach. The vast ocean stretched before me, meeting the endless expanse of the sky above. Gazing down the long coastline, I felt like a tiny speck dwarfed by the universe's grandeur.
In that moment, a profound thought emerged: I could be anywhere. Yet, here I was, on this specific beach, at this specific time. A sense of purpose washed over me. Perhaps it wasn't random chance. Maybe, as I stood there humbled by the immensity of it all, I realized God had placed me here for a reason. My role, then, became clear: to be present, open, and willing to fulfill whatever plan He had in store.
Musings and Photo by Jean
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