When my wrist was broken over a year ago in a motor vehicle accident, the doctors were talking about surgery for sure, and possibly having to fuse my left wrist. That would’ve put a serious crimp in my climbing abilities and potential. They decided to try a hard cast first, though, and God worked a miracle — that wrist healed. There is some limited strength and mobility, but God answered my prayer, which consisted of, “Heavenly Father, please don’t let me lose climbing.” My wrist pains me, especially when the weather is changing and in the cold, but it never hurts when I’m climbing. It’s as if God orders the pain away the moment I tape up and get on the wall to climb every time, no matter how much it hurts. I can’t explain it any other way. I’m so grateful that I can still climb, even though there are some things I have to work on to get back to where I was. Pain, be gone! I’m climbing!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 