Ankle Healing ❤️‍🩹

I remember one day at university, sitting in a lecture hall for a long time with my elbows resting on my legs. When I finally stood up, my legs had gone numb with pins and needles. At the same time, I was excited because I wanted to grab one of the fresh burritos from the student union before they sold out, so I got up far too quickly. As I stood, I lost my balance and fell badly on my ankle. The pain was intense straight away. A friend helped me hobble to the nearest hospital, and I had to lean on her shoulders just to get there. After being examined, they told me I had sprained my ankle and that recovery would likely take around six weeks. I felt so disheartened. The thought of struggling with mobility during university felt overwhelming. I worried about missing out on driving, socialising with friends, and all the activities I had been looking forward to. Later that evening, my friend asked if she could pray for my ankle. I was sceptical, but I agreed. As she prayed, I suddenly felt the strangest sensation; heat and cold at the same time flowing through my ankle. I was confused and honestly didn’t know what to think, but we kept praying. Afterwards, I carefully walked down the hallway… and it felt okay. Then I started moving faster. I even ran around the corner and there was no pain. Completely fine. In that moment, I knew God had healed me. What doctors expected to take six weeks, God restored in an instant. It reminded me that God still sees us, cares for us, and moves powerfully in ways we do not always expect.