Sixty Years Trudging...My Journey With Poliomyelitis and Faith

#PolioSurvivor #FaithInGod #GodsPlan #OvercomingAdversity #HopeInChrist #LifeTestimony #ChristianEncouragement #DisabilityAndFaith #StrengthThroughScars #PurposeInPain #GodIsFaithful #InspirationalStory #EnduringFaith #HealingJourney #TrustGodsTiming I walked for the first two years of my life—running, playing, full of energy. My mom used to say I was hyperactive, always moving, always curious. She often joked—half-serious—that perhaps some people had cast a spell on me because I was known to beat up my playmates. A wild little fire, she called me. Then polio struck. In a moment, the direction of my life changed. What was once freedom of movement became a lifelong limitation. Sixty years on, the scars remain—not just on my body, but on my journey, my pursuits, my dreams. Many things I once reached for are still works in progress. Some, I had to release altogether. And yet, here I am. Still standing. Still believing. Still hoping. There are days I wrestle with questions: What are you up to with me, Lord? Why this path? But in the stillness, I come back to this truth: God makes no mistakes. His plans are not only faultless—they are infused with purpose I may not always understand, but I can still trust. Even in my brokenness, God has been faithful. Even when I’ve struggled to complete what I started, He’s been completing something greater in me. I believe that my life is not a detour, but a testimony. Every scar, every delay, every limitation has been woven into a bigger story—a story of grace, endurance, and divine purpose. I am not forgotten. I am not disqualified. I am chosen—by a God who works all things together for good. My journey may look different, but it is not lesser. And though many things remain unfinished, I am being perfected. Day by day. Season by season. Because in the hands of the One who sees the end from the beginning, nothing is wasted.