Big Praise

Well, I like to refer to it as "the curse of my bones". It really began right before my freshman year at Northland. I broke my finger just a week before I went up to try out for volleyball...to play the setter position. It continued through the course of all 4 years. Each semester, I either broke or dislocated at least one finger. Try taking your secretarial typing classes and each semester having a different finger sticking straight up in a splint, yet still trying to make your timed typings. It continued in Guam. My first year out there I was having a soccer practice with the faculty and staff ladies who were going to play against my girls in a game. I was demonstrating dribbling back and forth and said "this is how you do it". Just at that moment, my foot came down wrong and I broke my ankle. I also broke at least one other finger while I was in Guam, but have been relatively disaster-free since then.

Yesterday I was sure I broke the same ankle again. No glory story or anything. I stood up. I stepped. My foot came down sideways, my ankle made an ugly noise and I fell. I couldn't get up. Eventually, I hopped to the car and drove home trying not to use my right foot for the entire hour and fifteen minute drive.

We went today to get it checked and thankfully it is just sprained. I praise the Lord for protecting it and not allowing it to break. I am also thankful that God allowed me to get home safely while driving that way through tons of traffic and a thunderstorm. Finally, I'm thankful that God gave me the perfect husband to take care of me right now. He has been wonderful. Pray that the swelling stays down and that I can get back on both feet soon.