Six weeks in a cast and on crutches was non-negotiable.
What was optional was how I was going to navigate those six weeks. One way or the other, I was going to live through six weeks. I could do it kicking and screaming in frustration; wearing an "I'm fine" mask and trying to keep up with my old pace (and no doubt at all, that would have been very frustrating and false!)
As soon as I fell and realised the implications, Jesus seemed to say to me very clearly that I could instead choose to do this in an open way - open to the possibilities, to the changes, to what He would teach me. So with the Holy Spirit's help, that's what I've tried to do - to journey these six weeks honestly and openly.
Through it all I know He's met me and taught me so much. Lots of people say "oh there's a preach in this for you" and I reckon yes, there are observations, experiences and plenty of funny stories I'm going to enjoy sharing. But more than anything, He's been doing an internal thing. Not only has He been healing all the internals of my ankle and knitting them back together again, but He's doing an internal work in my life in so many heart areas... Trust...Dependence...asking for Help...Waiting...Patience...Slowing down...Resting...Identity.
So I'm thankful for the gift of this time. And I'm praying for lasting fruit.
Full Disclosure Time - there are definitely things that I won't miss:
1. Simon injecting my stomach every evening - YES you read it right!!!! Almost worse than being told I'll wear a cast for 6 weeks and then still won't drive for another 6 weeks! I need a daily injection to prevent DVT and I'm such a wuss I haven't been able to do it myself so my wonderful husband on top of all the other demands (!) has been doing it for me. I am very grateful! Only 3 more injections to go :)
2. My navy leggings (and generally having such a restricted wardrobe)
Dear Navy Leggings,
You used to live at the back of the drawer; I only wore you very occasionally. But for the last 6 weeks you've been the absolute star of the show! The only pair of leggings I could fit over my cast - pretty much worn 5 days out of every 7. I need to let you know that the end is near, and it's almost time for you to go back in the drawer. you see I've been into "New Bracknell" and I've replaced the jeans I had on when I slipped...my favourite skinny black jeans - the pair they cut off me later that day!
Thank you for being there for me, old navy leggings.
Welcome to the wardrobe, nice new black jeans.
Can't wait till Tuesday!
What was optional was how I was going to navigate those six weeks. One way or the other, I was going to live through six weeks. I could do it kicking and screaming in frustration; wearing an "I'm fine" mask and trying to keep up with my old pace (and no doubt at all, that would have been very frustrating and false!)
As soon as I fell and realised the implications, Jesus seemed to say to me very clearly that I could instead choose to do this in an open way - open to the possibilities, to the changes, to what He would teach me. So with the Holy Spirit's help, that's what I've tried to do - to journey these six weeks honestly and openly.
Through it all I know He's met me and taught me so much. Lots of people say "oh there's a preach in this for you" and I reckon yes, there are observations, experiences and plenty of funny stories I'm going to enjoy sharing. But more than anything, He's been doing an internal thing. Not only has He been healing all the internals of my ankle and knitting them back together again, but He's doing an internal work in my life in so many heart areas... Trust...Dependence...asking for Help...Waiting...Patience...Slowing down...Resting...Identity.
So I'm thankful for the gift of this time. And I'm praying for lasting fruit.
Full Disclosure Time - there are definitely things that I won't miss:
1. Simon injecting my stomach every evening - YES you read it right!!!! Almost worse than being told I'll wear a cast for 6 weeks and then still won't drive for another 6 weeks! I need a daily injection to prevent DVT and I'm such a wuss I haven't been able to do it myself so my wonderful husband on top of all the other demands (!) has been doing it for me. I am very grateful! Only 3 more injections to go :)
2. My navy leggings (and generally having such a restricted wardrobe)
Dear Navy Leggings,
You used to live at the back of the drawer; I only wore you very occasionally. But for the last 6 weeks you've been the absolute star of the show! The only pair of leggings I could fit over my cast - pretty much worn 5 days out of every 7. I need to let you know that the end is near, and it's almost time for you to go back in the drawer. you see I've been into "New Bracknell" and I've replaced the jeans I had on when I slipped...my favourite skinny black jeans - the pair they cut off me later that day!
Thank you for being there for me, old navy leggings.
Welcome to the wardrobe, nice new black jeans.
Can't wait till Tuesday!