So the day after his letter on January 13th, David put up a Facebook status saying he thought he'd torn his ACL. My heart just sank. This mama's heart really wanted to be there, to help him ice it, get him in to be seen, ask the doctor the questions.
Bless his Mission Mom, she did it for me. And over the next week or so, we found that it had indeed been completely torn, and he was going to have to come home for surgery.
It was a rough time for him. It really was. I think he was a bit bored, and a lot of the time, in a tremendous amount of pain. But he worked hard. I am so honored to be his mother. Even when he felt completely down and out the first couple days after surgery, he did not give up. I know at times he wanted to, but he didn't.
I think sometimes when the pain is overwhelming, we just have to keep breathing, one single breath at a time, and lean on someone who can help. We have angels around us to bear us up, both those on this side of the veil and those on the other side. And there is always One who knows our pain, deeply, intimately, and He is always there.
And it was so touching to watch as David leaned on Him and worked his way back out into the mission field, right on his target date and before a lot of others thought it was possible.
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