It Could Be Worse

I haven’t walked on my right leg in 15 days. During the past two weeks, I’ve learned how to do old things in new ways since I broke my fibula. I’ve compensated for the temporary loss of using my right leg in many ways.  Thankfully, I didn’t have to get a cast like the picture show above. Instead, I wear this: Sexy, huh? It is not really that fun being laid up for a good portion of the day…everyday. It’s not really easy for someone like me to receive countless kind acts of service by friends nearby. It is not easy to watch my husband take up MY slack as well as still go to work six days a week.  I have had to say “Yes, thank you” more times than I can remember to those who have brought a meal or driven me somewhere. It’s humbling to be hurt. And if I’m not careful, I can start to feel sorry for myself. When I think about that, feeling sorry for myself, I think, “How pathetic am I?” Because y’all, I have a leg. And I will walk again. Second Corinthians 10:5 says, “We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” I can’t tell you how much I’ve been doing that lately. Heck, I’m taking thoughts captive like a bank robber in a hostage situation. I know that we all have hard times in our lives. I’m walking through an inconvenient time right now. And I’m only about 1/3 of the way through it. But! I’m 1/3 of the way through it! Count your blessings. Walk in gratitude. That’s the best way to make it through whatever difficulty you may be facing.  

2 thoughts on “It Could Be Worse

  1. Love, Love, Love what you wrote and yes the key is taking captive all your thoughts so satan never gets a foot in the door. He will try to get you down so much. I so wish I lived closer my husband hears me often saying that or just come by and hang out. I pray for you everyday Miss Cindy 🙂 and I’m so thankful you have kind people to help you out. Your right you’ll be back on that foot again soon. Sending you big hugs today. You Rock!!!!!!

  2. I broke my fibula in 2009 and it required surgery to repair.
    For 3 months I was not allowed to put weight on my leg, and
    I went from being the primary bread-winner in my household (or, actually, our 600 sq ft apartment) to completely dependent on my husband and others for help.
    God did so many amazing things in my life during that time of brokenness, though, and while I regret it took such great lengths for him to get my attention, I’m so thankful that he did.

    Blessings and prayers for you during your time of healing!

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