It has been a long and painful journey, one that most people would find exhausting. It began when I was in my early teens. One of my passions at that time was football, and it was up to me to score on this particular play. It wasn’t a professional team, nor was I in college. Bragging rights were on the line, and I weighed in at almost 180 pounds, nothing was getting in my way.

I’m not sure how he did it, but one of the opposing players picked me up, and mercilessly dropped me. I landed on my left shoulder. A resounding snap echoed across the field. My arm wasn’t broken, though after hearing the reports, I wish it had been. Things may have healed if that was the case. The shoulder had dislocated. Muscles stretched and tendons tore, my arm has never been the same since. Over the span of quite a number of years, it became dislocated twice more. I also managed to tear the rotator cuff at least twice, possibly a third. Scar tissue has since built up in the joint. Many injuries in the same part of the body forced me to slow down. I had to resign from football, and I needed to nurse the shoulder more than I care to admit. Sometimes just lifting a milk jug would pose a danger. The mere action of moving my shoulder causes a grinding sensation. For the longest time I had no other choice but to deal with it.

In mid-February of this year, I visited a specialist in Iowa City. Before we advanced any further, he wanted me to complete 6 weeks of physical therapy. I have since completed my therapy and I have found that I am able to do quite a bit more than what I was able to do. I have a range of motion in my left arm that exceeds what my right arm can do, and that isn’t a good thing. 5 to 10 degrees of extra motion might not sound like a big deal, but it is a huge deal.

More range of motion, means greater chances of future dislocations. Right now, there is a chance of surgery to correct the grinding in the joint. If a dislocation happens again, surgery is a guarantee. Estimated recovery time for such a thing is 6 to 9 months.

But despite all the doom and gloom, I find a ray of sun in this whole matter. As quoted by Audio Adrenaline.

“In your weakness He is stronger, in your darkness He shines through. When you’re crying He’s your comfort, when you’re all alone He’s carrying you!”

Physical limitations shouldn’t be a negative connotation, in truth, we should rejoice. I know a man who has spent his entire life in a wheelchair due to cerebral palsy. This guy has built dozens of web pages, and still manages to deliver a stirring message each week from the pulpit. If he is in a wheelchair, what excuse do I have?

Even outside of my strengths, the Lord can still use me (and you) mightily. I may not know what the outcome is, or if my recovery will be 9 weeks or 9 months. Either way, I know He is on the throne, and as such, I need not worry.

As the skies grow dark, and the funnel clouds form. I rest on His promises, as I weather the storm. If this be the only way to bring praise to the Lord of all… Then let the winds blow…and let the rains fall…

This is Pastor Amos, reminding you that even in the most unfortunate circumstances, Jesus is with you. Keep it in Jesus!