I believe that in challenging situations, we have a choice. We can choose to be angry or look for the good or the lesson in the situation.
Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.
These past few weeks have certainly taught me some very valuable lessons. Lessons I thought I knew, but really didn't put in to practice well. A lesson I was forced into recently - resting.
I do not rest well. I love to multi-task. If I have to make a phone call to a company, I will often go online at the same time and pay bills or get some other work done while on the phone. This type of behavior often leads to burnt food and a lot of stress (for myself and for those around me). I have more than once carried the entire toaster oven outside because the smoke was too intense to open the toaster door and remove the burnt food. The food burnt because after I put it in to cook, I started on another project. The smoke alarm closest to our kitchen is no longer on the ceiling due to my multitasking desasters. If I am stirring something on the stove and drop a towel or other item, I have been known to pick up the fallen item with my toes and pass it to one hand while the other hand continues to stir the pot. My husband often has to tell me to sit down or take a bath or go lay down. I just don't rest well.
We still aren't exactly sure what happened with my leg - if it was a soleus muscle strain or tendon tear. What I thought was tendon pain in my ankles (the only time I have cried through this), may actually have been neuropathy. Regardless, it has severely limited my mobility. For the first two weeks I was in bed most of the time. Forced rest.... After a week, I actually began to enjoy it.
Before this happened, I felt there were so many things that had to be done. If a bill came in, I would pay it right then. I always have. It would cause me to much stress thinking that I might forget to pay it if I let it sit a day or more. I felt like my list of things that had to get done was never fully checked off at the end of the day. So, it was quite surprising to see that without my being able to get things done, life still continued. The first few days, the girls brought me breakfast in bed along with many cards and gifts. After a few days, the laundry and dishes began to pile up a bit.....amazingly, life continued. Even when my own life chaos seems to come to a screeching halt, the rest of life continues. This is even more apparent after more difficult events than this one. The two I remember most are when our dear friends' son passed away unexpectedly. I remembered going to the grocery store a few days later and it seemed I was in a dream - things didn't even sound or look the same. The same thing happened after Valerie's diagnosis when we went out for the first time. It sure does seem that my eyes were no longer focused on the things of this world but on the eternal things...special, surreal moments, walking with God on this crazy journey of life.
Life certainly has gone on more easily thanks to Craig and the girls, offers of help from our neighbors, a delicious meal from our watercolor teacher, crutches from Craig's coworker, and my parents coming to stay with us after a week after this started. My dad has driven me to my appointments for physical therapy and make numerous trips to the grocery store while my mom has helped with laundry, dishes, etc. The girls have done an amazing job of keeping up with their school work and helping out in other ways as well. Okay, so I could really get accustomed to this resting, but thankfully I seem to be improving little by little. Yesterday was the first day I went to physical therapy without crutches (being dropped off and picked up at the door). I even went into the grocery store with my dad and leaned on the cart. Thankfully no one bumped into me or I may have fallen over on them.
This whole experience has opened my eyes to all of the things I have taken for granted. I never realized what a true blessing mobility is. It is a gift, not a guarantee. I am praying that I fully recover and am one day able to walk normally, run, jump, and do all of the things that I used to do but with greater gratitude to our Lord.
And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.