I injured my ankle yesterday. Gosh Chiara – seriously? Freak accident, really. Clumsy and on-the-go me, just going about and kaboom. Not being careful…not enough of taking the time. Going down the stairs is pretty basic right?
I land on my ankle and the weight of my world came crashing on lil’ ol ankly all in that split second of a moment. I screamed. I was finally forced to remain still. The adrenaline of the pain caused the sweats. The one day I took off from work was the day I planned to check a lot of things off my todo list – it indeed ended up becoming a day to embrace the pain.
All is well, so no worries. I offer up the pain for those that bear more. It could have been worst – much worst, so with that, I am thankful for this ankle injury.
Sitting in my bed as I ice down my ankle I sort of felt God took my to-do list and threw it in the trash. Not to make it sound like a cruel thing cause it’s not. I needed to be stopped in my tracks eventually – to completely disown my plan and honor His. The doctor said 3-4 days of rest and a week with crutches – time to be still. I’ve been going at it these days trying to do so much. To fill my life with fruitful things.
Be still. I hear. Be still.
And with that, I am reminded to go back to the basics…