Showing posts with label recovery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recovery. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

More Than a Chance Encounter

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” — Ephesians 2:10

Sometimes God puts people in our path for reasons we don't understand until we take the time to stop and listen.

Today, my husband and I were visiting a hotel, and after we sat down in the restaurant, I noticed a woman working behind the breakfast buffet. She was busy doing all the things that needed to be done—making pancakes, wiping down counters, preparing fresh coffee and keeping everything neat and orderly. Yet there was something else I noticed about her. Every time someone walked through the door, she greeted them warmly and enthusiastically. It wasn't just a polite, "Good morning." She genuinely seemed happy to see each person who entered.

As I watched her, I had the distinct impression that she was lonely. Perhaps she wasn't simply looking for someone to serve breakfast to. Perhaps she was looking for someone who would stop long enough to see her.

Eventually, we had the opportunity to meet face-to-face and talk for quite a while. As she opened up, I learned her name was Jennifer and she was 62 years old. She was in recovery from drug addiction. She had only been working at the hotel for seven weeks. She told me about her grandchildren and great-grandchildren and shared pieces of a life that had been filled with more difficulty than most people would ever know.

As she talked about her recovery, she told me something that I found especially touching. She is working toward being able to get a special celebratory toe ring as she continues progressing through her recovery. She explained that there are different ways people celebrate milestones along the journey, and that some recovery tokens are connected to specific amounts of time in sobriety. To her, that toe ring wasn't simply a piece of jewelry. It represented something she was working toward, a reminder of how far she had come and the progress she hoped to continue making.

I couldn't help but think about how meaningful that little ring must be to her. Every day she chooses recovery is another step forward. Every morning she gets out of bed and goes to work is another step forward. Every difficult moment she faces without returning to the life she is trying to leave behind is another step forward.

Then Jennifer said something that broke my heart. She was ashamed that this was the only job she had been able to find. She needed the income from this job to supplement her Social Security so she could pay her rent.

But as I looked at her, I didn't see a woman who should be ashamed. I saw a woman who was working, trying and refusing to give up. I saw someone who had survived difficult things and was still standing. I saw a woman who was getting up every morning and showing up, even when life had not given her an easy road.

I wondered how often we look at people and see only the position they hold, the clothes they wear, the mistakes they've made or the circumstances they find themselves in, while God sees something entirely different. This woman wasn't merely the woman working behind the breakfast counter. She was someone's grandmother and great-grandmother. She was a woman with a story, a history, hopes and disappointments. Most importantly, she was a person created in the image of God and deeply loved by Him.

I asked if she was a believer in Christ, and her answer made my heart smile. She said she was. As we continued talking about our lives, I could see her beginning to relax. Her smile became more natural, and the guarded expression she initially carried seemed to disappear. She wasn't just talking to a hotel guest anymore. We were two women sharing pieces of our lives with one another.

Before we left, I told her how thankful I was that we had the opportunity to meet that morning, and she told me she felt the same way. As I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't simply a chance encounter. I believe it was an ordained encounter.

Maybe God knew this sweet lady needed someone to sit down and listen to her that morning. Maybe He knew I needed to be reminded that beneath every uniform, behind every counter and inside every stranger is a story that I may know nothing about. Perhaps that's why Scripture tells us to be careful how we treat strangers. Hebrews 13:2 reminds us, “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”

We don't always know why God places someone in our path, and we don't always know what they need. Sometimes they need a meal. Sometimes they need encouragement. Sometimes they need prayer. Sometimes they simply need someone to look them in the eyes and listen to what they have to say. Sometimes God puts them in our path because He wants to remind us that every person matters.

Jennifer may never know how much our conversation touched me. She may have thought she was simply talking to a hotel guest while doing her morning work, but I believe God had something else in mind. He gave me the opportunity to see beyond her circumstances and recognize her worth.

And perhaps there is another lesson in that little toe ring she's working toward. We all have milestones along our journey. Some are visible to others, while some are known only to God. There are moments when we need something that reminds us, Look how far you've come. We may not be where we want to be yet, but we aren't where we once were either.

God isn't finished with us simply because our journey has been difficult. He doesn't discard us because we've made mistakes. He doesn't measure our worth by the lowest point of our lives. His grace meets us right where we are and gives us the strength to take the next step.
Maybe that's one of the ways God wants us to live each day, not rushing past people, but slowing down long enough to notice them. The cashier, the waitress, the person sitting alone, the employee who seems unusually eager to talk, the neighbor who rarely has visitors or the stranger who smiles at us in passing may all be carrying stories we know nothing about.
We may never know what someone is carrying behind the smile on their face, but a few minutes of kindness, a listening ear and a genuine conversation can sometimes become much more than we realize.

Today, I am thankful for Jennifer and for the opportunity to share a few moments of life with her. I'm thankful I noticed her, thankful she opened her heart and thankful that what appeared to be an ordinary morning at a hotel restaurant may have been anything but ordinary in God's eyes.

Perhaps God arranged our meeting because she needed to be reminded that she was seen, valued and worthy of kindness. Perhaps He arranged it because I needed to be reminded that everyone has a story, and that we should never judge someone's worth by where they are in life.

And perhaps, when Jennifer finally gets that celebratory toe ring, she'll look down at her foot and remember every difficult step that brought her there.

Maybe it wasn't a chance encounter after all.

Maybe it was a divine appointment.

Heavenly Father, thank You for the people You place in our paths each day, even when we don't immediately recognize why they are there. Help us to slow down enough to notice the lonely, the hurting, the discouraged and the people who simply need someone to listen. Give us eyes to see beyond circumstances and appearances and help us see each person the way You see them. 

Thank You for Jennifer and for the opportunity to share a few moments of life with her. Continue to strengthen her as she walks this journey of recovery, giving her courage for each new day and reminding her of the progress she has already made. When she finally reaches the milestone she is working toward, let that little toe ring be a reminder of perseverance, hope and how far she has come. 

Most of all, remind her that her past does not define her, her circumstances do not determine her worth, and she is deeply loved by You. And when You place someone in our path, help us recognize those divine appointments and have the courage to stop, listen and love. 

In Jesus' name, 
Amen.

Everyday Devotionals by Bonnie Annis 

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Meet Ned

Today I decided my knee replacement needed a name so I named it Ned. Ned the new knee! Kind of catchy, isn't it? Anyway Ned has been acting up today. We took a short ride in the car and before we even got back home Ned was screaming in pain. I guess it's partly my fault because I forgot to take my pain medication before we left the house. I've been trying to cut back on it because it's addictive. I don't like having to use something like that unless it's absolutely necessary. 

When we got home I took some extra strength Tylenol to take the edge off. Hopefully Ned will settle down after I ice him a lot today. 

Tomorrow will make my 7th physical therapy session. I don't know how much longer I'll continue to go. The sessions are costly and basically we do the same thing at every one, So I could do them at home quite easily. We shall see. 

Hopefully over the next few weeks, Ned will start to feel at home and we'll start functioning properly. Instead of being swollen and irritated, hopefully all of that will abate. I'm doing everything I can on my end to help it out.

If you look at the scar, you'll see some little black speckles. Those are internal stitches that are working their way out. The doctor told me the glue would dissolve over time. I'm putting aloe on my scar as well so hopefully it will be hardly noticeable in many weeks to come.

Tuesday, July 15, 2025

Oh, woe is me!

Knee replacement surgery is no joke. It's a major surgery and involves a long, hard road to recovery. Believe me, I know! It's been 3 weeks since surgery and I'm still having a lot of pain. The swelling has gone down some, but increases with long periods of standing or physical therapy. But the thing that bothers me the most if the feeling that my skin is going to split open when I bend my knee past a 100 degree angle. How much is that, you say? Well, when seated, a normal person's knee is bent at between 100 and 110 degrees. When you've had knee replacement surgery, forcing the knee to move past 100 degrees can put a lot of stress on the incision and make it feel like it will burst open. Thankfully, the surgeon took a lot of internal stitches and used super glue to hold the skin together, but the feeling of skin stretching past its limit is extremely painful. 

Today was physical therapy day. My therapist, Dr. Makayla, is kind and compassionate, but she knows what has to be done and doesn't let a patient dictate the session. She'll ask me how I'm doing during various exercises and if I say something is causing pain or I feel like I can't do any more, she'll let me rest. I'm glad she's not a slave driver. 

I have to do all sorts of exercises. I spend the first fifteen minutes of therapy on the stepper machine, then I go to seated leg lifts, heel to toe stretches, stepping over hurdles, going up and down steps, and today, I had to do the BlazePod reaction training platform. It's very challenging and reminded me of Twister but with a twist - the circles or pods in this case, light up and light at random times making the person doing therapy pay close attention in order to correctly step on the lighted pod. The timing of the lights increases in frequency the more the session goes on and makes the patient move faster and faster. By the end of my session, I felt like I was on some random online dance game- one my older grandkids might enjoy playing, but I didn't enjoy it. When I was done, I was sore. My therapist knew it and sent me to the icing table for some much needed cooling down. 

All of these exercises are to help loosen up and strengthen my knee while giving me back the mobility I had before surgery. I'm told it will take about 12 weeks before I start to feel better. I hope it's sooner than that. This old lady is struggling.  


 

Sunday, July 6, 2025

Day 12

Day 12 since surgery and I won't lie, it's been tough. The swelling makes it difficult to walk, but I do my physical therapy exercises religiously. I don't want to take a chance on having a frozen knee. 

Daily, I have a long list of medications to take. Several are for pain relief, one is for nerve pain, one for nausea, one to prevent blood clots. And on top of those are my regular medications. I feel like I'm popping pills all day, but I'm sure thankful for the pain meds. I just pray I won't get addicted to or dependent on any of them. 

I've only completed 3 physical therapy sessions. I have 9 more to go according to my insurance coverage. The sessions are expensive so I hope they release me after my 9. 

I haven't been brave enough to try using a cane yet, but I know it's coming. I've been on a walker since I came home from the hospital. It's helped me feel more steady on my feet. 

A lot of people said knee surgery isn't that big a deal, but it's major surgery. Some have said I'll be walking well aboy4 weeks post surgery. Others day it takes a good year to get back to walking "normally" again. I'm hoping to be able to get around well by October. I've got a trip planned then and I need my legs to be working well. 

I'm trying to take it day by day, but I'm often impatient. I guess God is trying to slow me down. ☺️


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