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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Click (04/18/13)

TITLE: The Holy Spirit's Click
By Victoria Catron
04/22/13


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“Click!” I knew the answer to my dilemma nearly as soon as I read the Bible passage for my Sunday devotions. It has been almost eleven years since the day of the car accident when I lost movement in my right hand. As far as I can remember I never seriously asked God why it occurred but rather assumed a few different reasons based on what I was taught from the Bible. I grew to accept the handicap as a part of me and was even thankful for it to some degree.

I was right hand dominate since birth and took it for granted. I had once or twice tried to write left-handed only to find out that it was like reading a foreign language. The day of the accident changed some things rapidly while it took time and effort for others. Recovering my memory and even learning to walk again were fairly easy compared to forcing myself to write left-handed while holding onto hope that my right hand would move again.

A few weeks ago at the viewing for my uncle two of my aunts brought up the topic of my gloved right hand. I usually wear a glove on it for about half the year or more to keep it warm since the circulation is now bad. One aunt pointedly said I should allow her to work on my hand with her physical therapy machine, which we had used once before with no visible positive results. I relayed that and then laughed off the whole situation as it wasn’t time to discuss it.

To be sure I hadn’t just given up on gaining movement again in my right hand without a fight. I went through at least three months of physical therapy and then consulted three doctors. The first who was my physical therapist said that if the movement hadn’t returned within six months to a year it was likely it would never return. The second one at the Children’s Hospital in Denver said that I could go through surgery to determine the exact problem, fix any possible nerve damage, and still only have a 50% chance of a recovery. The last doctor was a hand specialist in my local city said that I would need to go through surgery to determine the exact problem, possibly fix some tendons, and then maybe my hand would have some recovery. Those opinions also included the possibility that I might have to travel to Kansas City to have the surgeries, which was far from home.

On top of the differing medical advice I approximately only had between three and eight thousand dollars left of two $100,000 insurance policies that covered my medical expenses from the accident. Due to priorities concerning my family, time, school, travel, and finances I agreed with my parents to drop the idea of this particular avenue of healing. Prayer for God to heal me had been and was still my option. At the fifth year anniversary of the car accident I finally came to the full acceptance that my right hand would remain handicapped as long as I lived on this earth.

Now only a few months from my eleventh anniversary I faced my extended family in having an answer to not pursuing further actions of a possible recovery. My uncle’s viewing was on a Wednesday night, and though there were a ton of other things going on at the time my handicap conundrum never left completely. The following Sunday I opened my Bible to my devotions in Mark 3-4. My eyes came to rest upon the passage where Jesus healed a man with a withered hand. The reason Jesus did it? It was good! It would bring God glory! After another reading of those verses and silent, heartfelt prayer peace washed over me in being given the same reasons for my hand not moving anymore! Also the people in the synagogue had hardened hearts, so maybe my hand not moving was a way to soften my heart. I’m not exactly sure about this last one, but the first two clicked true in my head and my heart as the Holy Spirit worked; Romans 8:26-28 KJV.


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Judith Gayle Smith04/28/13
A beautiful offering of faith and courage. Praise YHWH . . .

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Patsy Hallum04/29/13
Good Job! Never give up hope!
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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 05/01/13
You really touched my heart with your testimony. it's not always easy to understand why God chooses to heal some but not others. I believe if we allow him he can make an horrible situation turn into something wonderful that will glorify God. I have had a chronic illness for 25 years that has limited my life in many ways, yet God has done so many wonderful things and has allowed me to reach out to others at just the right time. Your words will touch more people than you can ever imagine and God is using your story to change lives. Don't give up, you have given me a renewed sense of hope and helped my hurting heart with your words.