This post really spoke to me today. All through this skipping injury i kept a positive attitude, accepted my limitations gracefully... Thats the Facebook version. Reality is more like putting up with being down right helpless and dependent on my son without griping so much he left and went home. That is until Monday. Thats when i got this new cast. Just have to wear it for 2 weeks. Thats nothing, right? So i wake up this morning, not with my usual good morning Father, thanks for waking me up, but with is this a test? A punishment? Why? How am I going to give a good testimony for you today when i want to punch the guy who put this cast on and curse all day about the pain and suffering that has nothing to do with the surgical area. I know I sound like a spoiled 6 year old and i am immediately ashamed. Then the whispering starts... I called you and You are mine. You are not alone. I know whats happening with you. I allowed it. You are going to be ok. I am in control. Trust me. Stop fighting it. Today my grace will be sufficient. I will be glorified. I love you. So now I sit here crying, but not out of pain and frustration but because i feel so incredibly loved and cared for... even though I still hate this freaking cast and am counting the hours till its gone.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 14:47:59 +0000
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