Every day, through the night, and as the next day dawns a hot pink arm stares me in the face…oh yeah, my wrist is broken.
I’m milking it for all its worth.
Beneath the hot-pink exterior of my rather heavy cast healing goes on, one day at a time, in the dark. I wish I could peer inside and make sure everything’s ok. Today my wrist hurts, the swelling inside has increased, so I’m worried something isn’t healing right and I’ll have to endure surgery.
I don’t want surgery.
When I consider that possibility it throws everything into confusion. School, finals, MAT, graduation, projects I’m responsible for with Cru. On top of those worries, I feel badly for Bob. He’s doing more than usual – happily and without complaint. Still….
Things could be worse, for sure. I’m well taken care of, no doubt. I have everything I need and more…but, I’d so rather not have surgery – Did I mention that?
Jesus said, “Don’t worry about tomorrow, today has enough troubles of its own” Matt 6:34.
David wrote, “As for me, I will put my trust in You, my times are in Your hand” Psalm 31:14-15.
I can’t peer beneath the hot pink exterior, nor can I look into the future. So, I will trust…I choose to believe his hand extends grace, embraces with compassion, comforts with all-knowing strength. I will walk by faith.
Here’s a pic drawn by Caden Densmore-note the right arm is crying, “Waaaaaa.” I love kid’s art, and perspective. Thanks Caden!