Skip to comments.One False Move...
Posted on 04/13/2011 8:56:09 AM PDT by MintyHippo1980
Before we return to our regularly-scheduled blog posts (poor Sam...bringing up the rear as usual!), I would like to invite you to join me in yet another celebration! This could become habit-forming! Did you bring cake?
Perhaps you will recall from my very first post that I have been struggling recently with a little problem. Maybe this will ring a bell:
Oh, yeah...it's all coming back to you now, isn't it? Broken foot! (Not the best move I ever made.)
I've had plenty of time in the last nine weeks to keep a running list of all the things that sort of stink about hobbling around on crutches. It's a pretty impressive list. But near the top is having people ask me what I did...and not having a good story to tell them.
Here are a few I tried out just for giggles: Who knew sky-diving could be so much fun?! Totally worth it! Down-hill skiing...you pay your money and you take your chances! He needed a good kick in the pants! What kind of person carries a concrete wallet in his back pocket?! Some people even offered me good suggestions like "Oh, did you slip on the ice?"
Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to have to look people in the eye and tell them the truth when the truth is that my foot fell asleep while I sat for too long with my legs crossed? You'd think I would have mastered walking across the kitchen floor by now. I spend an awful lot of time in there! I've even had the same kitchen for 6 1/2 years, which is some sort of record for me! I ought to be able to navigate it with a reliable degree of safety.
But nine weeks, one surgery, and many, many muttered complaints later, I finally get to rejoice at a reunion I have been looking forward to with nearly-breathless anticipation: The reunion of my left shoe to my left foot.
As some would say, it's a terrible picture, but an excellent likeness. Who cares?! Big, dumb boot off...shoe on...crutches gone! Yeee-haw!
Now, to really celebrate this occasion in the manner it deserves, what I should be doing tonight is dancing or roller skating...or down-hill skiing! (Or how about that cake you promised?) However, it is a disappointing reality that, well, my foot sort of aches at having been invited to be a load-bearing structure again. And it's a bit swollen. And it doesn't quite work right yet.
Despite the seeming evidence to the contrary, this is not a list of grievances. Really. Almost not at all.
In fact, several weeks ago, when struggling with the earliest days of my new sedentary lifestyle, God convicted me that, if I played nice, this could be a time of great spiritual refreshment. Did I play nice? Mostly. Did the Lord have some things to show me while I was more still than usual? Definitely!
Don't worry...I'm not going to turn this post into a sermon or a master's dissertation. But He did show me one thing in such vivid color that I can't, in good conscience, NOT share it.
Serving in ministry as we do, we have seen all too often how one false moral move can bring grave and lasting consequences to the lives of God's people. Over and over again, we have learned of a potentially dangerous sin problem in the life of a brother or sister; and on those occasions when have had to confront them (which is just what we hope others would do for us if the corrective boot were on the other foot), the results are usually similar. Every time we try to reach out to a struggling Believer with loving concern, we are met with denial. They virtually always refuse to admit that there is a problem.
Finally, after months of deception, they usually realized the gravity of the disaster with which they have been flirting...and they turn their backs on that sin. But unfortunately, all too often, their very private errors still end up becoming very public, and they find themselves reaping the whirlwind.
So one day, I was going through the ordeal of showering and getting dressed on crutches, wearing a big heavy boot, on a slippery bathroom floor, and one such situation involving a dear friend came to mind...and I suddenly saw the parallel in our situations.
Both of us made a very simple, very foolish mistake. It was the decision of a single moment in time, really. And if we could, we would both go back and do it over differently, because that one false move has had painful, lasting consequences that have ended up affecting those around us as well.
Obviously, my fracture wasn't a sin issue. (It was more of a stupid issue.) But it hurt! And surgery was no picnic! (Someone please remind me that I just can't do sedation with a nerve block! Doesn't work for me! Knock me out!)
During my tenure on crutches, things around the house (a LOT of things around the house) have fallen apart, despite the fact that my children have had to step up to the plate and do a ton of stuff they aren't really licensed to do. And my poor husband has had a cripple for a wife. Plus, I suffered some nerve damage when I twisted my foot, so I'm going to have ongoing problems with sensation and function for...well, maybe a year. All because I stepped wrong on a foot that was asleep. (A piece of that cake might help make me feel better right about now!)
The dear friend who came to mind while I was getting dressed that morning has, admittedly, made a bed for herself that she is now finding incredibly uncomfortable to lie in. Her marriage may never fully recover; her children have been made aware of some of her behavior; her relationships with other family members and friends have been damaged--perhaps beyond repair. All from one wrong step.
It has been a graphic reminder to me of how important it is to give careful thought to the paths for my feet (Proverbs 4:26). Just like I didn't get up out of my chair with the intention of twisting my foot and ending up in the emergency room, no one wakes up one morning, pulls out her to-do list, and writes "ruin as many lives as possible with one really foolish choice."
See, I'd like to think that I could never find myself in the spiritual ER...that I love the Lord too much to disobey Him to such a dangerous extent...that I'm smarter than all that. But 1 Corinthians 10:12 says, "So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don't fall!" No one is immune. Least of all me.
And so, with a pretty good limp still going, I have faced the truth of my own fallibility. I have seen the greatest potential enemy of the future God has planned for me...and she looks a lot like me! So I have reminded myself anew the words of Jeremiah 6:16...
This is what the LORD says: Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it..."
I think, brought to it's finest point, all I really needed to know about this facet of the Christian life I learned singing songs in Sunday school. It's about as simple as "Be careful, little feet, where you go." If I will ask where the good way is, He loves to tell me! If I go where He leads, He will guide my steps. If I go my own way, I shouldn't be surprised to find myself hurting.
For the Father up above is looking down with love, so be careful, little feet, where you go!
The LORD makes firm the steps
of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the LORD upholds him with his hand.
Yes broken feet at not fun but at least I had a better story.I feel down the last 3 steps into the basement when I broke mine in 2008.
Yes broken feet at not fun but at least I had a better story.I fell down the last 3 steps into the basement when I broke mine in 2008.
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