I have to admit when I first woke up in the hospital I was disconnected. I had came back from death. I knew that God had kept me here for a reason even then.
I had to come to terms with the fact that I could no longer walk, that I had a spinal cord injury, but I was alive, and that in itself was a miracle.
Even the doctors could not figure out how I had survived, the impact, the time my body ceased to function. In every aspect I was dead, but I was alive now, very much alive.
God was working miracles in my life, some said I had courage to make it this far, but I saw it not merely as courage but as God's grace. God's grace had taken me from death and given me life.
My life would be different now, not only because I was going to be living it sitting down, but more because I was going to have a greater appreciation of life.
I had a long way to go, before I would get stronger, anywhere near I had been before the accident, and I would never walk again, short of a miracle, and I was a believer in miracles, how could I not be I rose from the dead?
I had lived though, God had a purpose for me to make it, and I was not going to let myself spend my life feeling sorry for myself, because I had seen God's hand at work, and I was blessed because of it.
To Be Continued