It’s Monday, so I know I’m due to publish a post. And there is so much good going on that I’m dying to write about it all:
* What went down yesterday at my church where we gave away dozens of tables for neighborhoods across Houston – I could just pass out from how big and unbelievable God is.
* This great time I had with my dear friend last week before she got some absolutely heartbreaking news. How it just made me so grateful for each moment we have with those in our lives we love.
* My new door which will get a chapter all its own.
But I fell on Saturday. I busted up my knees and twisted my ankle, and I absolutely wrenched my middle finger/part of my left hand. Bray had to take me to the ER to see if was broken. It’s not, but it’s nearly unusable. It’s this teeny portion of my entire body, but it has debilitated me this weekend.
Which is ironic. Because the reason I fell, at the very core, is because I was outside of where God wanted me. I knew it and just went on ahead with my plan and idea. So in this season when God is doing such big things in my heart and in my life, I do a foolish small thing and it nearly debilitates me entirely.
Isn’t that nuts? How one tiny area of a life otherwise well lived can cripple your entire life if you don’t heal the one tiny broken/ wounded/ wrenched spot?
The tiny fells the tower.
So I can’t type much today. I hope to be back when my finger, and my wayward heart, is healed.