But many decades in a wheelchair have taught me to not segregate my Savior from the suffering He allows, as though a broken neck–or in your case, a broken ankle, heart, or home–merely “happens” and then God shows up after the fact to wrestle something good out of it. No, the God of the Bible is bigger than that. Much bigger. And so is the capacity of your soul. Maybe this wheelchair felt like a horrible tragedy in the beginning, but I give God thanks in my wheelchair … I’m grateful for my quadriplegia. It’s a bruising of a blessing. A gift wrapped in black. It’s the shadowy companion that walks with me daily, pulling and pushing me into the arms of my Savior. And that’s where the joy is.
Joni Tada Eareckson
From the book "Choosing Gratitude"