To be: FRAGILE

       In one instant, in one sudden movement, I thought I lost what was most precious to my heart. It was just like any normal morning when I was trudging through the snowy bed of the forest with my friend Joe. Pretty much every day I slip in the snow, but I rarely ever fall. That day was different, because that time when I slipped I felt a snap in my ankle and I was suddenly in dreadful pain on the cold and wet snow. Joe ran to get more help, and within minutes he found Josh. My vision was pulsing at this time and the words "God your so good" was the only thing that seemed to escape from my mouth. Josh threw me over his shoulder and carried me all the way through the forest to the castle. Once there I waited with Laura for a van to take me to the hospital.
      After a couple of x-rays the doctor came in and told me that my ankle was broken and that I had to go into surgery as soon as possible. I had to have 8 screws put into my ankle. I was so scared, all because I am a silly clutz I have to have surgery? They told me that they wouldn't put me under, instead just give me an epidural.  I was scared even more, but the surgeon was so sweet he held my hand while they gave me the epidural. They did have to give me some sleepy stuff because I was shaking so badly because I was afraid that they were going to cut me open and that I would feel it. But time flew by and within 2 hours I was back in my hospital room.
     Being stuck in an Eastern Germany hospital was not at all fun, the only two people that knew English was my surgeon and my physical therapist. It was quite lonely and incredible boring. But God and I became super duper amazing best friends. The thing that haunted my thoughts the most was not being able to go on outreach to Bangladesh. The German doctors told me that I needed to not put more then 20 killos of weight on it for the next 6 weeks. The last week before my christmas break was spent in the hospital, which made it even harder to say goodbye to my YWAM family.
     I was home for two weeks, with the heavy sadness and silly hopeless ankle that couldn't function. I went to the doctors that Monday, and they took out all eight stitches. I nervously asked my doctor that spoke English his opinion on me going to Bangladesh, and he said that there was no reason why I shouldn't. My heart leaped. God, my awesome and most powerful healer, gave me the answer my heart so heavily longed for.
     I had the most amazing visit at home, but I knew that Germany was where I was supposed to be. So here I am now, in Germany, walking on my ankle. They said I couldn't fully walk on it for 6 weeks, but God is such an amazing and a miraculous healer, I am already limping across the castle without crutches. I'm putting all my faith and trust that by next week I will be walking on my ankle perfectly normal. God is the best, the bomb diggady, and super amazing. I thought my heart was broken, but He mended it in 2 weeks time. Go God!
     So yeah, leaving for Bangladesh on Saturday. Probably no more blogs, but I'm for sure going to be sending out News Letters through email. So you should message me your email, or email me at  Eleclaire@aol.com if you want me to send you news letters. :) Oh Germany adventures!