VL - Issue 17 - August 2015
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Time on My Hands by<br />
Wendy Petzold<br />
I was a normal<br />
teenager making<br />
plans for life after<br />
high school when<br />
suddenly, two days<br />
before my seventeenth<br />
birthday, I found my life<br />
circumstances completely<br />
altered. Three acquaintances<br />
and I had planned to tour<br />
the campus at University of<br />
Green Bay. We started out early<br />
that morning in slightly snowy<br />
conditions. That didn’t worry<br />
us—we were, after all, Wisconsin<br />
girls. It wasn’t long, however,<br />
before we found ourselves in whiteout<br />
conditions. We couldn’t see but a few feet in front<br />
of us.<br />
I remember telling the driver of the car to slow<br />
down, but it was too late. She rear-ended a snowplow<br />
on the highway going 75 miles an hour. In an instant,<br />
everything came to a halt, and then there was dead<br />
silence.<br />
I was the only one still conscious in the car, and<br />
I knew immediately something was seriously wrong<br />
with me. I couldn’t feel my legs. They were numb, and<br />
I couldn’t move them. I remember wanting my daddy.<br />
That moment changed my life forever. I was<br />
paralyzed from the waist down. I would never walk<br />
again. With the Lord’s help, however, and with the<br />
help of many friends, I emerged victoriously from that<br />
accident. Against predictions, I live a very active and<br />
blessed life. I married my best friend from high school,<br />
Andrew. We have two amazing children, and this year<br />
we will celebrate twenty-three years of marriage.<br />
Like many women, my days revolve around being<br />
a wife and mother and the countless things that go<br />
along with those roles. Dishes that need to be done,<br />
endless piles of laundry, grocery shopping, schedules<br />
to coordinate, chauffeuring duties—the list goes<br />
on. Throw in a prayer group, Bible study, volunteer<br />
activities, and my involvement with two nonprofits,<br />
and I’d say my days are pretty full.<br />
I’m pretty much like any other mom, except I rely<br />
on my wheelchair to move about. Despite my injuries<br />
from that accident, I’ve been amazingly blessed with<br />
great health and no major issues relating to my<br />
disability.<br />
Until Super Bowl Sunday, 2011. The Packers were<br />
playing the Pittsburgh Steelers, and I just didn’t feel<br />
like myself. I had a fever and couldn’t enjoy the game.<br />
The malaise hung around, and by Thursday, I<br />
had a 104-degree fever. I decided I’d better get to<br />
the emergency room. I packed my overnight bag,<br />
somehow knowing that I wouldn’t be coming home<br />
anytime soon. Within fifteen minutes of checking<br />
into the hospital, a doctor was performing surgery,<br />
and I had begun a faith journey like none I had ever<br />
experienced before.<br />
A severe infection had made its way into my ischial<br />
tuberosity bone. Complete bed rest was required so<br />
that my body could heal. For months I remained in the<br />
hospital, fighting this stubborn infection.<br />
At first, my thoughts were consumed with “I don’t<br />
have time for this. I have things to do, children to care<br />
for, and volunteer commitments to fulfill! How can I lie<br />
around and wait for this to heal?”<br />
The infection was definitely not part of my plan<br />
for my life. But you know what? It didn’t take God<br />
by surprise at all. While I don’t believe He sent this<br />
infection into my life, He nonetheless used it to bring<br />
glory to Himself by working in my heart and through<br />
my situation. Ultimately, God caused everything to<br />
work together for my good, just like Romans 8:28 said<br />
He would. One thing is for sure: bed rest will give you<br />
something very precious—time.<br />
Day after day, I sent my kids to school with a friend<br />
and then lay on my back for seven hours, waiting for<br />
them to come home. Waiting was the most difficult<br />
thing I had ever done. Rather than grow discouraged,<br />
I decided to use this gift of time to study God’s Word<br />
and pray. As a result, I grew closer to Him and began<br />
to hear from Him more.<br />
God speaks to His children in many ways. He<br />
chose music to speak to me<br />
during this trying time. At times,<br />
song lyrics pierced my heart, like<br />
God was speaking directly to me.<br />
Lincoln Brewster’s “Everlasting<br />
God” became my theme song.<br />
Whenever I felt alone, I played this<br />
song, and it drew me closer to my<br />
heavenly Father. It had a funny way<br />
of popping up on the radio, too, just<br />
when I needed it most. It would lift my<br />
spirits as it reminded me that God was<br />
right there with me and that He hadn’t<br />
left me, even while I was lying flat on<br />
my back.<br />
The song promises that “strength will rise as we<br />
wait upon the Lord.” That is precisely what I had to do<br />
while I waited for my infection to dissipate. I couldn’t<br />
change my circumstances; I couldn’t heal myself; I<br />
couldn’t free myself from the bondage of that hospital<br />
bed. I could only wait for God to move in my situation,<br />
for Him to do a mighty work in my body.<br />
And my strength did rise. Though everything<br />
seemed to be going against me—I was bedridden,<br />
missing out on life, not able to do the things I loved<br />
the most—God’s never-ending strength kept me<br />
going. He helped me face each day, each challenge,<br />
one step at a time. He was just as faithful as He had<br />
been when I was first paralyzed.<br />
Every day brought a new adventure with God. I<br />
couldn’t wait to see how He would bless and use me.<br />
Some days, a special scripture would jump right off the<br />
page and into my heart. Other days, a new nurse or<br />
nurse’s assistant would cross my path, and that would<br />
lead to a blessed encounter. God reminded me daily<br />
that He was at work, even while I lay on my back.<br />
Isaiah 40:28–31 says:<br />
The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of all the<br />
earth. He never grows weak or weary. No one can<br />
measure the depths of his understanding. He gives<br />
power to the weak and strength to the powerless.<br />
Even youths will become weak and tired, and young<br />
men will fall in exhaustion. But those who trust in<br />
the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high<br />
on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow<br />
weary. They will walk and not faint.<br />
More times than I can count, I received a note or<br />
a card quoting these verses during my recovery. They<br />
were constant reminders that God, in His perfect timing,<br />
would help me soar again. The eagle quickly became<br />
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