I’ve never said this publicly before, but my daughter gave me permission to tell you that she has scoliosis. It’s been quite a journey, spiritually and emotionally, but just another part of deepening my faith. And my prayer life. The two go hand in hand, no doubt.
On Wednesday, the Lord used my daughter to minister to me. We were at her follow-up visit, the first one since being provided a back brace in March. This was the appointment that would share if the curve had gotten worse or improved…how much she has grown along with predictions of how much longer she would wear it. The brace would be tweaked again, for the fifth time (I think), and would undoubtedly take some getting used to after the adjustment.
We received good news with the curve. No new growth, even a slight improvement after wearing the brace. We were ecstatic. But then they mentioned that her physical growth had halted, which means…longer time in the brace, “probably another year,” the doctor said. I looked to my daughter to see how that news was received, and she seemed to be okay.
When we got the brace adjusted, it hurt. Once again, the roller coaster of getting it to fit without open wounds and callouses and heartburn. Without it pinching her ribs or making her feel claustrophobic. The technician took the brace in the back to try to adjust it again, and I saw the tears start to pool in her eyes. I took her in my lap and wrapped my arms around her tightly.
The first few sentences were evidence that reality had set in with the doctor’s earlier news to make it another year. Then through a consistent stream of tears, she surprised me.
“Well, at least I have a mom who cares about me and can hold me right now and tell me it’s going to be okay.”
“At least I have parents who teach me the Bible and the truth that life isn’t about being happy, but that I will have to suffer sometimes.”
“At least I only have to wear this back brace and not a full metal one.”
“And all of this has been free…we haven’t had to pay for it.”
“And I don’t have to be in a wheelchair or worse like some of these other kids in the hallway.”
She went on and on…about having faith and strength from the Lord and every little thing that came to her mind. The Lord was abundantly faithful in that moment, as He always is, but evidently so as He put it on her heart to sing praises instead of pities. And had she poured out complaints, I would’ve loved her no less, and I would’ve totally understood.
But no, God chose to strengthen her faith in a significant way, and mine too. I know that neither of us will forget that appointment, for it was a defining moment in my baby girl’s spiritual life. It certainly left a mark on me. I pray that in her allowing me to share this, it ministers to you too.
***Oh, and if you’d like to come by the Internet Cafe for a devotional about my other daughter, it’s pretty sweet! Click HERE .