God loves me enough to break my foot

So, a HUGE rule for the patients at this Clinic is this: NO EXERCISE!!!

Especially enforced against us "over-exercisers". Which apparently running multiple times a day with the intention of burning off food and feeling guilty for not exceeding five miles would qualify me as? Or that's what they say... Reluctantly, I've had to agree with them.

This has been one of the HARDEST things for me to comply with. It's a huge way I cope and find peace.

It was my second week at the clinic and I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to run. So much stress and pain and not-moving. I was gonna do it. I didn't care. So I left with flip flops on my feet. When they asked where I was going, I was able to say: Just for a walk! See I have flip flops on :)

Oh, what a fool I was as I look back on this story; I can't help but laugh. I didn't run too far, but regardless I ran.... in flip flops. It started to hurt my foot pretty bad after awhile but I kept going until finally I had to resort to speed walking from the pain.

I got back to the clinic and went to sleep with that throbbing pain in my foot.... And it didn't go away... for the whole week. I began to worry slightly so I asked some medically inclined friends and my nurse what they thought after admitting that I had ran against medical permission.

"Hannah, you have a stress fracture."

We did some research and sure enough, that is definitely what had happened in those specific metatarsels of my foot. The only way to heal a stress fracture? REST! NO EXERCISE OR STRENUOUS ACTIVITY. Hm. What could happen if you decide to do so anyway? You will break your foot and potentially need surgery. Hm.

Real funny, God. I get it.

Am I still tempted to run every day? Absolutely. But then I remember what could be worse... a few weeks of not running or a few months of a cast?

As frustrating as this injury has been, I have never felt so LOVED by God. He will do whatever He has to in order to heal me... to rescue me.... to ensure I am following the steps I need to in order to recover.

He loves me THAT MUCH to discipline me. What a good Daddy He is. So be careful the next time you decide to run from His path... sometimes quite literally.... you never know what He will do to keep you in the right direction.