I could hear the popping sound as clear as day even amid the noise of the scrimmage game going on as my right ankle buckled and I collapsed to the ground.
And all I could think about afterwards was that verse from Hebrews 13: do not forget to entertain strangers, for in doing so, some have unknowingly entertained angels.
And I'm not saying that my Achilles would still be hurting if I hadn't talked and laughed with this little girl. But the difference in how it felt was so stark, it was like night and day. I have to think something happened.
And I realize that millions of other people seek miracles of healing and never find them. Which is what really keeps me from indulging in enough hubris to be certain that that's what this was. It is hard for me to say that I have had a miracle when so many other people need healing much more urgently than I do. There is something in humility and humbleness that I feel like should keep me from claiming that.
But...for weeks of searing pain being taken away, I am immensely grateful.
For having the gift of my mobility return to me, I am very grateful.
And no matter which way you cut it, I know that I have God to thank for my health and my wholeness.
And so I pray that I might continue to entertain angels unawares.
Yours in Christ,