Is my new nickname at school apparently. Man, I live up to that name. I should be called “Help-A-Long” as well, because I feel like I am “helpless” pretty much all the time. This is a new feeling for me, and submitting to it and allowing the aid is something which I am learning to adapt. Admittedly, I put weight (yes, weight!) on my left foot because I just couldn’t handle hopping over to my crutches. Plus, I just HAD to get to the other side quicker than I should have. My impatience got the best of me today in another instant when I decided to take the stairs on my crutches instead of going all the way to the elevator. Going down was a cinch. However, when attempting to go back up the stairs my brain got confused and I attempted to plant my crutch on the next step before my foot could elevate me, and KABOOM. Down I went…and in front of the 5th grade classroom. “Are you OK..??? Oh my..Ms. Knight..are you hurt?”..yada yada yada. Superb!
Was not I just blogging the other day about the idea of having patience? I was even sporting THIS shirt today (thanks to ATR)
I arrived home and just wanted to crawl in a hole. Not because I fell. No, it is because all week I just could not do it ALL. I could NOT be 100% for Tatum. I could NOT be 100% for work. I could not be 100% for God. I could NOT be 100% for me. It’s darn near impossible to do this even when I’m a bi-ped! So, why am I so frustrated? I am FINALLY realizing I cannot have all the balls in the air simultaneously. One will drop or they may all drop. What counts? What counts is my attitude. I do my best, and I pray for wisdom and guidance. After that, I have no more control. It’s in His hands. This injury has given me this lesson and it it one which I have HEARD for many decades yet chose to not heed.
The perception I choose to hold is up to me. My reward:
AND TIME with the one’s I cherish. This is HOW I see God’s love…through the amazing people He has put in my life.
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