A few weeks ago, I was teaching my 11 am Parkinson's/Movement Disorder fitness class and the Lord allowed me to hear one of my athletes say to his wife that one of his legs was bigger than the other. I really shouldn't have been able to hear him because we were boxing, talking, laughing...(we really do have a lot of fun) but I shouldn't have heard him. As soon as I heard what he said, I spun around and looked down. The size difference was definitely noticeable. I reached down praying it wasn't hot. Well, not only was it hot but, it was red and shiny. I looked at them both and told them I didn't like it and I needed them to go get it checked that day. I didn't want to scare them but I needed them to know it had to get dealt with immediately. (I kind of wanted them to leave right then but they finished the class.) At the end of class, they sat and talked for a bit and then said they needed to go home and wait for someone to come clean the house. Again, not wanting to scare them, I impressed upon them my desire for them to get it looked at today. Around 3 pm, I texted his wife to see if they had done what I asked. She immediately texted back that they were leaving the Urgent Care and heading to the emergency room. I just continued to pray along with a few ladies I asked to pray, as well. Around 8:15 pm, she texted me that he had blood clots in his leg. They were giving him blood thinners and sending them home. I didn't like him being sent home that quickly but I knew God had done HIS Work by then. It's been just over a month and ALL IS WELL!
And to top it all off, the Lord wanted me to know that HE cares about me COMPLETELY! This incident with my athlete happened on Wednesday, May 11. I didn't see them until Monday the 16th. That weekend, I had decided I was going to get my nails done. And those who know me, know that it took me 2 months to decide to take the time out of life to do that for myself. Well, the weekend came and went, and no nail shop. Oh well, no big deal. So, I show up to work Monday and get ready for class...anticipating seeing my athlete to see how he was doing. He comes in and told me he had something for me after class to thank me for looking out for him. Don't you know, he had gotten me a gift certificate to get my nails done! Y'all, that made me laugh, smile, and cry all at the same time. Nobody but God knew I wanted to get my nails done. I never told anyone! It might seem little but it's the little things that speak volumes to this daughter. GOD IS GOOD! (and kinda funny, too!)