I used to run. I loved going on runs. It was my favorite time and I felt on top of the world after. Y’all I would get such a stress relief after it was beautiful.
Then I got Covid. I could barely get a mile in. Then once I built up? I was running much much slower than I was used to.
Then I was diagnosed with Ehlers Danlos. Once that happened I was told I shouldn’t run anymore – that it was a recipe for disaster for someone who is hypermobile. did I listen? Of course not.
So I kept running.
Fast forward to today – with a potential POTS diagnosis. I started noticing my heart rate was much higher on days I ran. Then I noticed my heart rate during the run…..it was at a rate no one should be able to survive. I’m in no way exaggerating that.
Y’all, God has protected me from so much. Even myself.
I have plans and through those plans? Push my way. All the stinking time. I’m grateful for this house and all it’s problems cause it is teaching me. My plans? Are absolutely ridiculous and even dangerous.
Lord I praise you. I praise you for you are good, patient, kind and protective. Please forgive me for doubting you and just being ornery. Thank you for this house and all it has taught me. Thank you Lord for protecting me from myself. You are so good. I praise you. Lord I lift up my POTS appts to you. I ask that you would go before me and grant the doctors wisdom and grace. That they would listen and be patient and actually want to help me. I commit these appointments to you.