Yesterday I twisted my ankle and throughout the day it got progressively worse. Every time I sat down, and then got up, it hurt more and I was afraid that after a whole night of laying down I would be miserable. I was really stressed out while I couldn’t get around, and I’m still not sure why I was stressed out or why I started crying, but it hurt and I was stuck.
But this morning, thank God, it feels a bunch better. Dad had me putting ice on it and propping it up last night, so that probably has a lot to do with it. I’m reminded how it truly takes the bad to appreciate the good. I feel soooooo thankful that I can limp around again and move my toes with minimal pain. I almost feel more thankful than yesterday, when we were all supposed to be thinking about what we were thankful for….I admit, I was greatly distracted from the purpose of the Holiday. And the pie was really good….
I just thought I’d give my praise. God is good, and God is gentle, even when we need to remember his grace and goodness. He used an ankle and a bit of pain to remind me to be thankful, and I’m thankful he used it.