Today begins my life as a blogger.
The last blog was just a prologue.
A lot has happened in my life over the past couple of days.
-I stayed the night in some of the most beautiful tree houses I’ve ever seen
-I’ve finally faced my fear of the motorbike and have started driving it! On the big streets and everything!
-I made some new friends while I was stranded (or abandoned…) on the side of a mountain because my friend’s motorbike got a flat tire and she didn’t want me on it any longer. [I just kind of sat there on the side of the road until I saw the kiddos.]
-My bedroom fan went berserk while I was sleeping and shot all of it’s blades off. [I’m serious.]
-The shower head in my bathroom was taking notes from my fan and also exploded while I was showering.
-And I fell of a rock and broke two of my toes.
It’s been an eventful couple of days to say the least.
I’ve never broken anything before. And I definitely didn’t want to believe that I actually broke my toes, but after trying to ‘walk’ and ‘sleep it off’ to no avail, I decided I needed to go to the hospital.
Three x-rays later it was confirmed. I have my first broken bones. Ouch.
They put me through a little physical therapy session and taught me how to use my new crutches, gave me a bunch of medicine and sent me on my way.
I’m doing ok. I really hate using the crutches and never realized how much I take my mobility for granted, so I find myself trying to walk way more often than I probably should be. But, when I actually take things easy the pain is pretty minimal.
I have found that there are two options for me in this time.
option a: mope, be depressed, feel sorry for myself, etc. etc. etc. assuming that my misery will soon bring relief.
option b: enjoy this mandatory rest, be full of thankfulness, have faith for a miracle each day, and look for Jesus in this situation.
Now is a point where I could write a mini sermon about why option b is the option for me, buuuut that would be kind of deceptive as I’ve found myself sulking in option a more often than not.
I have caught my thought patterns going down dark, scary paths full of pity parties and depression and have had to force myself to combat them.
But, I can tell you, with complete honesty, when I choose option b, when I choose to worship and be thankful–joy soon follows.
This situation could be so much worse. I mean, what if I would have fallen out of the tree house instead of just off a rock! I could have broken my whole body.
So thank you Jesus! Thank you for the care that has been given me, thank you that toe bones heal easily, Thank you for protecting me from a more serious injury. Thank you for the people you’ve surrounded me with, who love and pray for me. Thank you for helping me face my fears of the motorbike so that I can still get to school! Thank you for great hospitals in Thailand! Thank you for working a miracle in my foot.
I haven’t experienced the miracle yet, but it’s coming.
I can feel it!