It’s been over three decades since I have had a cast. As a young girl I broke my arm while trying to tie my shoes on a bike. If that doesn’t make any sense, I totally understand. I’m still confused about how it happened “back in the day.”
But today I got the second cast in my lifetime. As an adult, having a limb encased in fiberglass is awkward. And for me, it’s slightly anxiety producing. My foot feels like I’m wearing a shoe that’s too tight. The problem is I can’t take the shoe off for at least another five weeks.
And that produces nervousness inside me. Seriously I’m having to breathe through my nose and try some deep breathing techniques to get over the wave of anxiety which grabs hold of me.
A few nights ago we had family devotions and read Philippians 4:6-7. As I have contemplated these verses, I am personalizing them. “Do not be anxious about anything (Cindy, that means even when your foot can’t move and is sore), but in everything, by prayer and petition, (Lord, help me get through this and give me a proper perspective) with thanksgiving, (thanks Lord for my scooter and my family and friends) present your requests to God. (Father, help me as I travel to and around West Point next week). And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
I confess sometimes Scripture is hard to live out personally. I have to focus on something beside my circumstance and just know the feelings will subside. If I take this small trial a little bit at a time, I can handle this.
Here’s proof. Today I went to Trader Joe’s by myself. Based on the comments and the looks I get, either I am astonishingly beautiful or an oddity. Most people aren’t sure what I’m doing, it’s only when observing the back of me (not my butt but my foot) that you realize there is a reason I am whizzing around on a scooter.
Picture this: A 40ish woman with a broken foot in a scooter and a cast pushing a grocery cart. Eight wheels, one foot. It’s not that easy pushing a cart full of food while simultaneously moving on a scooter. Making turns was interesting but I did it. Definitely not as graceful as a gazelle but I got the job done.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, including going to the grocery store independently with one good leg.