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Some may say I am a "Stay at home Mom," but that is not even close. I am Eric's Wife. I have exhilarating strokes of genius, followed almost immediately by paralyzing pangs of self doubt and, for whatever reason, here is where I blog about it - warts and all. I serve a merciful God with a clumsy hand and at the end of each day I go to sleep thankful to be His servant and Eric's wife.

The Best Shoes I Ever Got

January 7, 2014

It’s a long story and one that I’m sure I’ve shared before, but I was always certain that I would one day see the last of Multiple Sclerosis.  How I came to have that faith is the long story.  I am thrilled to get to now share the latest development in my healing.

I had MS for 18 years, diagnosed at age 17.  When I was 28 I experienced a worsening of my symptoms.  I held tight to my hope of healing and decided to toss out my fleece and make a request for a sign.  I needed hope.  I asked God for a pair of running shoes.  I needed some person in my circle of friends and family to feel compelled to give me a pair of running shoes, with the belief that I would use them.

I told five people about this request.  One friend declared that she wanted to go out right then and get me a pair.  I made her swear to never do such a thing and she was the fifth person I told.

When I was 31 I had a spring/summer of sudden reprieve.  My walking became quicker and I gained strength.  I was able to walk up to three miles without assistance.  Though I was excited, I had not received the running shoes and I remained cautious.  I feel a little silly and “oh ye of little faith”  for telling you how seriously I took this gift of shoes, but this story won’t make any sense if I skip that part.

By 33, I was again using my scooter for routine outings and soon began using a cane when not using the scooter or wheelchair.  Many of you know that by 34 I had been accepted to the HSCT program at Pirogov hospital in Moscow, Russia.  By God’s grace and His hand on so many, I received a bone marrow transplant on my 35th birthday.  I responded miraculously well to the transplant.

Today, I can easily walk a mile unaided.  I need no cane and I have not graced a wheelchair or scooter since way back when I was 34.

I felt God all over our Russian journey.  Money was raised in such a way that we never had a moment’s worry that it wouldn’t be covered.  I felt like we had body surfed there.  I went through chemo beautifully and with no serious complications.  I came home – bald and ten very much needed pounds heavier.  MRIs confirmed what I felt in my bones: The disease was stopped and retreating.

The shoes became, for me, not a needed sign that I was cured, but a finishing touch.  I knew He had worked His miracle.  I knew the shoes would come.

On Sunday night/Monday morning at 1am, my little family returned home from a drive from Missouri, where we had a great visit with dear friends (preceded by equally satisfying stops to see family in Kansas and Wisconsin.)  I turned on the kitchen light and saw a package on the counter with the mail my Mom had collected for me.  It was a shoe box shaped package.  The sender was a dear friend who had challenged me to a 5k.

I tore that box open like an 8 year old on Christmas morning.

Inside was my brand new pair of neon colored, super fancy, make me run faster than you, running shoes.  Attached was a note telling me to name the time and place.

Long story short:  God is faithful.  Dark times do not always foretell dark ends.

I have waited 8 years to tell you about these shoes.  Anyone up for a 5k?

 

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7 responses to “The Best Shoes I Ever Got”

  1. LInda Benskin says:

    Great story, Amy! I am so glad that you can run. Consider having your kids run with you so that they too can participate in your victory.

  2. Sharon Hughes says:

    I’m sitting here bawling with joy over your new shoes. God always provides. Tell us all when & where so we can be your crowd of cheerleaders or running buddies!

  3. Eric's Wife says:

    I’ll nail it down tomorrow and make sure you know about it. I’m a little nervous about a full 5k. Is there a “dog years” equivalent math for me doing a 5k? I mean, it pretty much counts as a marathon, right?

  4. Anne Darville says:

    A 5k definitely counts as a marathon! I have never run anything, nor ever wanted to run before as I much as I want to do this with you. Let’s Do This and praise God every step of the way.

  5. Kathleen Gideon says:

    God is so loving, and tender, and joyous! And I’ll run with you anytime, anywhere.

  6. Jessica Grennan says:

    Love love love this story of God’s faithfulness and healing!! I can’t run due to my CFS but almost want to lace up my shoes and go on a jog in the snow this afternoon for you!! Love and prayers to you as you train for this great victorious race!!

  7. Eric's Wife says:

    May 10. Ants in Your Pants 5k to benefit Pflugerville Elementary School. There is no mud or paint thrown at you. Let me know if you want details. 😉