I wish I was one who could say I feel like dancing, smiling ear to ear, as each day goes by. But honestly, as of late, some days I don’t even feel like walking. I’ve been finding myself thinking ‘Are you sure about this, Lord? It sure doesn’t seem what happenedto my callorbone six weeks agoexactly fits into a comfortable plan I prefer.’
I bet you’ve had something take place fairly recently that got you to think of a certain time period that took place in your past. A few weeks back I shared how that had happened to me when I had fallen during my routine run. Because of that fall, I now know that collarbone is one word. Also, if you fall just right, the collarbone can break up into two or, like in my case, more than two places. I bet you are like me, wishing you didn’t have to learn facts such as these the hard way.
In my last writing, I shared that I’ll be looking back at a few past posts for a few weeks. The main reason is to show why thinking of my past makes the trial I’m currently going through a bit easier to deal with. But, I’ll be honest. There is one more reason. It’s because what did take place last week – collarbone surgery – has kept me from typing away in my office as much as I’d like.
I don’t recall ever having such a tough time deciding what my next posting would be. This last week has felt as if my thoughts have been glued to one big question mark. What took place a few weeks ago gives the reason why; braking my collarbone. I know, not your average excuse.
Have you ever tripped over something? I bet you have. But have you ever tripped over something while on your routine run at 8 pm on a sunny Summer evening? Was that unexpected trip so fast that you didn’t even realize you fell until you were flat on the ground? Did you then get up as fast as you fell so that no one would notice what just happened? But wait, there’s more.