What Happened?

I knew that it would be the question of the weekend, and I knew I would be tired of answering it before it was over: "what happened?"

For those of you who don't know, I sprained my ankle. Bad. It hurts. I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, and I am taking drugs (the kind the Rx kind...that an actual doctor gave me when I visited him in the urgent care). I don't do that on a normal basis, especially when I have my kids around to see me loopy.

So, what happened? I was up at 3 am (or around there sometime) because Ali was up and needed a cup of milk to get back to sleep. I went into the kitchen, didn't turn on the light because I didn't want to disturb anyone or wake up completely myself (that's why I keep a cup of milk in the fridge at night), but I didn't realize that the books that my grandmother gave the girls for their birthday were all over the kitchen floor, and I slipped on one. I didn't fall all the way down, so no one woke up to come check on me or anything. I got the milk to Ali to calm her down, and checked out my ankle. It was swelling up pretty bad. I got up, took some ibuprofen and tried to sleep. I didn't sleep well. Later that morning, I was still in pain. I had Tony take Becca to ballet practice, but I knew I needed to go to the doctor. Tony got back, took the kids while my mom drove me to the doctor. My husband has many gifts, but sitting in a waiting room with me is not one of them. He is much better at caring for his kids.

So anyway, I got to the urgent care, they sent me to x-ray, and several hours later I find out that I have not broken my ankle, just sprained it. Still, the ankle doesn't heal as fast as other places just simply because of the fact that it is used a lot. I have a minimum of six weeks before it heals, and that's only if I rest. HA!

So now I walk around (or hobble, hop, crawl, etc.) with my leg in a walking cast, which isn't really a cast at all, it's more of a boot. I'm hot. I barely wear shoes, wearing this boot thing is horrible.

Someone asked me what it is like to take care of my kids with my foot in a cast, and I said, "I don't know, I haven't tried it yet." It's true, I'm thanking God for this long weekend because my husband and my mom are around so I can take my drugs and not have to worry about the kids. Tomorrow, though, is back to business. Micah's first day of school is tomorrow, Becca still has school, but I have the twins, and Cassidy. I will make it. I will survive. I can do all things though Christ who strengthens me.

During my misery today while I was at our church's Labor day picnic, I kept thinking about that song, "Trading My Sorrows" by Darrell Evans. I came home, tried to rest, but it just kept running through my head. I decided to google it. I found this interesting article about that song and how it came about. Then I looked up the scripture that is in that song. I decided to read more of that chapter.

"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you. " 2 Corinthians 4:7-12

So, yeah, I'm convicted. I feel awful, but God is at work. I don't know how. Just know that if you see my life right now not falling apart because I lack the ability to even walk properly, it's because God is in control. I'm not. I am nothing, I have nothing, I do nothing without Him. He is my strength.