Before you ask any huge questions let me tell you what happened after I pushed the lies away. So my team, coaches, and I were on our way to the bus terminal to come to Quito, Ecuador for our ministry this month, we were in Baños still. We were walking there, and I had my big pack, and my backpack on. We were crossing a street and I felt my ankle twist, and in my head I was like “ok Erika you’re fine you do this all the time” and I started to take a few steps and just went down. I couldn’t walk or put much pressure on my ankle. A guy on the street kept it moving while my teammate looked for painkillers as it was very evident that I was in pain. They stood my up and it was clear I was still in pain and couldn’t finish walking to the bus terminal and make it on time to make the bus. So we got a taxi that a few of us rode in (and stuffed a few packs in the back of the truck to save a future injury ??). We were able to get on the bus, and let me tell you, it may have been one of the most uncomfortable bus rides I’ve ever been on, and it was mainly cause I couldn’t move my ankle from being straight so I wasn’t in pain. Getting off the bus was when I started to be able to put little amounts of pressure on my ankle to but I had to be holding onto different things. When our host arrived to take some of our stuff I was driven up and as soon as we got to the house, I was taken to the couch and got ice for it (finally after sixish hours of not being able to elevate or ice it). They got me a room downstairs for a few days while my ankle heels, even though I was completely willing to go up the stairs to the rooms by scooting. After the night I got up and was able to apply pressure on my ankle and walk without holding onto someone or something. Anyway, the title of the blog, at debrief we talked about vulnerability and the lies we are told from the devil. We wrote them down on a postcard, then on another postcard we wrote the truth that God tells us, then we burned the lies. I truly believe me letting go of all the lies that I am told and burning them in a fire and then a few days later twisting my ankle pretty badly is Satans way of “getting back” at me for turning my back on him and not allowing him to rule my life anymore. He saw that I am putting my trust in God and he wasn’t ok with that and wanted to find a way to hurt me to try and take me back and drag me away from the Lord in his own uncreative way. To wrap it all up, I’m hanging in there and able to kind of walk, and Satan isn’t creative at all.
