I haven’t blogged in ages, but I couldn’t not join in with today’s prompt.
Because well… Broken is a thing that I get.
And it’s a thing that I am.
Quite literally in fact…. You see, on Tuesday I was being a fun Mom and helping my girls put on a ball in the garage. And then there were some shenanigans and I was playing chase with A. I turned quickly, stepped down wrong on my foot and crashed to the ground. My knee was pretty banged up and the girls were impressed with the blood. But I’d heard a snap when I landed and my foot felt pretty Rotten.
I watched it that evening hoping against hope that it was just a bad sprain. The next morning I still couldn’t put any weight on it so in to the ER we went.
Yep. It’s broken.
And the best part is… my hubby heads out to sea for a month this weekend.
I want to tell you that I’m taking it all in a stride. I want to tell you that we’ve seen worse than this so I know I can get through this. You know… tumors, depression, a year of debilitating back pain. I mean, we’ve got this right?
But I’m kind of undone with the thought of facing down three girls and a month on my own while I hobble around on crutches.
So broken is something that I get. And it’s something that I am so much more often than I want to be.
I will hold my own some how or another. I will ask for help from friends. I will pray that nothing happens that requires driving until I have a boot cast and am able to.
And I guess I’ll have to lean in again and trust that God’s abundance will meet me here too.