It takes me longer now to go up and down our stairs as I
continue to allow healing post my right knee injury. Going on for a month now.
Well…even the chores I can finish in no time takes me longer to accomplish. But
by God’s grace, I am grateful that I am able to finish each. Each day. Longer…But
still completed. And despite the swelling on my right knee that is slowly going
down, I am grateful that I am not having pain. I’m just limited to flexing more
than straightening my right lower leg. The routine use of an anti-inflammatory
medication and ice continues…as well as resting the affected leg here and there
when I feel that a bag of cement seems to be wrapped around it.
“Mom, it sounds like you need some oil there,” my son
jokingly uttered as he walked right behind me as we both were descending on the
steps the other day. He was just trying to be funny because he could see…I was
slow going down the stairs. I turned around to see his eyes full of concern and
his arms extended, ready to catch me in case I fell.
“Why are you there behind me?”
“Mom, it’s okay. I’m gonna’ help you in case…”
“I’m fine. I’m not having pain. I just can’t bend my knee
the way it’s supposed to be bent.”
We both reached the bottom of the steps. With my big smile
on my face for achieving this simple victory of not having a mishap. My son,
behind me, his face also smiling as he took a deep sigh of relief. We both
proceeded to the kitchen and made our breakfast together.
“Don’t forget to say ‘Thank You, Lord’ in any situation,” I
reminded my son, as we both ate our meal.
“Trust me…There are always those “blessings in disguise”
even in difficult circumstances.”
I knew…Because I just conquered those steps from our
stairway. As my son gloried in his youth and strength, I gloried in the
experiences I had gone through in my life. “Been there…Done that…” And as my
heart by faith accepted His truth, I knew since…
Jesus is the stairway between heaven and earth…Because of
Him, I learn so much about His providence. My prayers go up…His blessings come
down…He is the ladder. The only way for anyone to reach heaven. And as I
continue to journey down here in this place, despite the many circumstances I
have encountered and are about to still face, I am confident that Jesus never
leaves me.
My steps might be a lot slower. But there is no stopping in
continuing to press on because like my son, others are watching me. Not so much
with the injury but how I react to it. And I will always boast…boast in the
Name of Jesus that He is the One Who empowers me to accomplish anything… And I
know…He is patiently waiting at the top of the stairway...
So…it’s okay to be slow sometimes….
Slow but surely able to finish…
To finish well…
