Frohe Weihnachten

I've got a long way to go in my recovery, but I've come an incredible distance. I had a beautiful reminder of that last night as I celebrated Second Christmas with my former neighbors who used to visit me in REHAB. When I first moved to Germany, I met this couple but was unable to communicate with them directly because they don't speak any English. Gundi was reflecting with her daughter about how when she and her husband first visited me in REHAB all those months ago, they were so excited by a little wiggle in my knees and my whopping two word Swiss German vocabulary. By the next visit, I'd picked up a handful of words and could just barely lift my legs in the seated position. The third time they visited, they had to explain to Sandra (who usually translated between us) some of the Swiss German phrases I was using; they also witnessed with delight as I stood and took timid steps with the modified walker. 

I was so encouraged by the chance to hear someone else talk about the wonder of watching my recovery over the past two years. Sometimes it's hard to see my limitations now and remember the massive leaps ahead I've already made. My eyes are fixed ahead, but there's value in remembering. It's a balancing act, as always, in remembering where I've come from and forging ahead this new path. I'm full of eager anticipation of what is yet to come - awaiting the Savior who will transform my body to be like his glorious one (Phil 3:20-21). Oh, how I long to dance in that transformed body.