I fought a rock and the rock won.
Who steps on a small rock — actually, it was more of a large pebble — and breaks her foot? Well, that would be me. Early last week I was doing what everyone does. I was walking to my car while checking messages on my phone. I don’t know if I was distracted or if I need remedial walking lessons. All I know is that when the pebble popped out into my path, I turned my left ankle toward the inside so much that I stretched the dickens out of my foot that it caused it to break. It was a clean break. My doc says this is great — I only need a boot or brace for three months!
Yeah. Really great. I didn’t set the doc straight on his misguided definition of great.
Back to the rock. When I looked at the rock after the “big fight” I was shocked at the size of the evil culprit. I’ve flossed similar sized objects from my mouth. My foot hurt so badly that I assumed Goliath might be lying nearby with a rock-shot to the head. But, no. It was the size of nickel. Isn’t it funny how the smallest obstacles can knock us flat? I think about the other “rocks” in my life and wonder how I’m fairing with those.
Small “rocks” causing me to tumble over myself:
- A good book. The world can fall to ashes around me and I’d never know if I have a good book to read. This could border on obsession.
- Chips in the house. Dip, too.
- Distractions. I’m not ADD but am easily distracted by new things, pretty things, and unusual things. As much as I love Pinterest, I’ve allowed it to grow into a boulder blocking my path and absorbing my time.
- Sin. The little ones chisel away at the good parts of me. Some days it’s more of a one step forward, two knocks back. Yet, if I look at my faith as a rock (and not the sin) I am very happy that the rock always seems to win. It’s all about perspective.
Life isn’t a fast-paced affair for me. I stay very busy, but I have learned to relax about my work, responsibilities, and other obligations. Yet, it looks like I’ll be slowing down a bit more for the remainder of 2013. I imagine I will do battle with a few more rocks along the way. And, if history is any indication, the rocks are likely to win. As long as my right foot stays in tact, I think I can live with that.