Today is the four year anniversary of my fall, broken ankle, and surgery. On most days, I forget my leg was ever broken. Today the weather is clear, and my ankle feels good.
It seems like a dream that we ever lived in Europe or that we got to vacation at the Italian Riviera because I broke my leg. It seems like lifetime ago that I worked at Census. I love my job, and I love teaching the girls, too.
I got out my scrapbook of our trip to the Mediterranean to remind myself that God does use all things for our good, and that He does work in mysterious ways.
06 March, 2010
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