Then, God answered my prayers and broke the seat on my bicycle as I was going. This caused me to fall on my ankle and break it. Now everything is different. My work feels different as I move around the store with my crutches. My eating time is different because I always have to eat with people and not alone, which was the norm. My class times are different because I get extra sympathy points from fellow class mates and teachers. My social interactions are different because my ankle becomes a common topic of discussion.
The only thing that is not different is my spiritual life. I stopped dreading the monotony of everyday life and now I am focused on my ankle. God has no place in my heart and it sucks. However, there are two things that I just kind of realized which I will end with.
- My ankles are not my ankles. They are God's ankles and if He takes it away, so be it.
- I miss my skinny jeans.
1 comment:
you should have come out to the praise and prayer thing. if anything, that might have helped your spiritual walk.
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