And then, while skating one night, I fall. It's a silly fall, one that shouldn't have happened. I fell, gently, landing on my bum, ending sprawled full-out, smacking my arm as I fell. It wasn't a hard fall, but I hurt. The pain ebbs a bit, only to return, reaching full-strength after I have driven home. The next day we learn that my arm is broken, in a place it should not have broken. And in this inner healing begins.
For now this driven girl has to rest. I cannot care for myself, can't brush or wash my long hair, can't even pull it back. After almost a week of healing, I can almost dress myself fully, but I probably shouldn't. Driving is out of the question, as is cooking and carrying my toddler. I'm mostly housebound and not supposed to do anything. (I shouldn't be typing but...)
And in this place, my heart has started to soften. Friends have come around me in prayer, love and tangible acts of love. One of my dear friends comes over every single day to brush and braid my hair for me. If it wasn't for her, I'd have to cut it off. My husband is nothing short of amazing, especially in how he cares for me and has taken over most of my chores. The church that we stopped attending is supplying meals for us, as is the church we're currently attending. Friends are helping with laundry, childcare and diapers. I am humbled...and softened.
My heart is still bruised and often angry, but here healing is beginning. I have hope, just slivers sometimes, but hope none the less that full healing will come to this broken girl. Now to rest my body, arm and spirit and learn to trust this great big God. If broken bones can be used for God's glory, perhaps He can do something special with this broken heart too.
Joining again with dear Em and the rest at