Tomorrow will be one week since the dreaded Flip Flop and Drop Debacle of 2009 began.
I have spent and entire week either on the couch or in the recliner. At first I thought this was going to be a really cool mini vacay where I watched nothing but Food Network and had people wait on me hand and foot. Where life was good and the living was easy.
Oh dear, friends. How wrong I was.
Never, ever, ever wish that you could have a break from things. You just might get one. Literally. I have never been so sore and bored in my entire life.
Now don't get me wrong, I love me some Food Network and can scarcely get bored with Paula making things like Peanut Butter Cups in a Blanket. Seriously. They exist. Or the lovely Giada whipping up something Italian-ish and making it look incredibly easy. And I can't forget Ina. Dear, dear Ina. So full of class and making simple yet delicious looking dishes like Buttermilk Mashed Potatoes or Apple Pear Crisp. She's delightful.
It's the sitting that's getting to me. The mindless sitting. After about 3 days of it I had determined I was done. My rest was over and I was ready to get moving again.
::insert raucous laughter here::
I went to my doctor's appointment yesterday. He re-took some x-rays and I was waiting for him to come in and tell me they were mistaken and they were all wrong and it was just a bad sprain. ::insert raucous laughter again:: A bone in my ankle is definitely broke. It broke because of SEVERE strain to my ligaments and I ALSO have a slight crack in my outer metatarsal on the outside of my foot. He then told me these things:
1. He was putting me in a boot up to my knee
2. I have to wear it for a minimum of 30 days.
3. I have to stay on the crutches for 2 more weeks ( Crutches are of the devil, my friends!)
4. I have to stay off of my foot as much as possible for the next TWO WEEKS!
5. I'm looking at 6-8 weeks for recovery.
This is the part where I go crazy. And I start to soul search.
I do believe that God is Sovereign. And for that reason alone I believe He allowed this to happen to force me into a season of rest and reflection. When I say force, I mean it in the best of ways y'all. You know that still small voice that we all (as Christians) can hear? I do believe the Bible calls him the Holy Spirit. Yea, Him. Well, He's been after me a while and I've been pretending not to notice, you know. I'm noticing now. Loud and clear. I've been doing some reflecting and frankly, I don't like my reflection too much at the moment.
So I'm purposing to read my Bible and pray every day (hey, I just remembered that's a song!). Praying that the Lord would create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit in me. Praying that even though I don't like my circumstances right now that I would take the focus off of me and onto Him. Giving Him the glory in all things. Even the Flip Flop and Drop Debacle of 2009.
And the rest? I haven't had rest since 1982, y'all. I need it. My body needs it. My spirit needs it. My house doesn't need it, but that's a whole 'nother subject. It's one of those areas that's going to be difficult for because of my natural Night Owlish tendencies, but it's something that's necessary I believe. I know the dark circles under my eyes will thank me.
And the complaining? Oh, I'll still complain ... that's just me. But I'll praise, too. I'll be praising a lot more than complaining. Or at least that's the plan. Y'all can call me out if I don't. Just be nice.
I'm a delicate flower. As evidenced by my beauty and grace at falling in flip flops.
Phil 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.