Last week my Mother took a fall in their basement after missing the last step. I felt so bad for her and quite frankly, it scared me. Thankfully, she only broke a section of her left hand (she is right handed). She could have just as easily broken an arm, a hip, or leg. She will have surgery on her hand this Tuesday so the doctor can put a pin in her broken bone. My folks have both been very careful to use a cane wherever they go and they even have special spikes on their canes for winter months, and sometimes if the weather is particularly bad – they don’t go out. I’m so thankful for all their precautions but things happen in life that we can’t always control. We don’t live in bubble wrap. I watch parents try to shield their children from bumps and scrapes and falls but life happens and I’ve seen little ones end up with a variety of broken bones. So many times in my last three years here at 1stPres we’ve received a call in the office of someone breaking their leg or hip or arm or nose. But each time through our wonderful prayer warriors and God’s gift of modern medicine, people come through the broken bones and heal.
What about people who have fallen into a hole of despair? Do they smile at others not wanting anyone to know that deep, down inside they are depressed, feeling unworthy? Are they fearful that if they reveal their true condition they will be judged by the other person(s)? Sometimes if I’m having a bad hair day and someone says, “Hi Becky, How are you?” I return a smile and say “Fine” or “Okay” because some people only expect that response. Why, I’ve even used the phrase, “Just Peachy!” I’m not saying that we need to peel the entire onion for everyone to see but I do think that at 1stPres there are several who sincerely want to know how you are feeling, even if it’s a bad hair day. Last week I had my annual flu/cold/bronchitis bout for the fall. In fact I looked at my journal from last year and BINGO, I had the same crud around the end of August. Just like clockwork! I wasn’t feeling up to my usual chipper mood last week so sometimes when people would ask how I was doing I offered to share my flu/cold/bronchitis with them. Of course, there were no takers. Honestly, I really only wanted sympathy. I would never wish to pass along germs on purposeJ
In Corinthians 4:16-18 we are encouraged with Paul’s words that say, “That’s why we are not discouraged. No, even if outwardly we are wearing out, inwardly we are being renewed each and every day. This light, temporary nature of our suffering is producing for us an everlasting weight of glory, far beyond any comparison, because we do not look for things that can be seen but for things that cannot be seen. For things that can be seen are temporary, but things that cannot be seen are eternal.” I’m thankful that our bones can heal, our lungs can clear up, and our inward pain can be healed through the power of Christ and the work and care He provides through others like our special Prayer Warriors. Thank you to those who have shown such care and concern for my Mother during this difficult time. It is so much appreciated, especially your prayers.