For as long as I can remember, I have had incredibly weak ankles. When I was younger, I wanted to learn how to ice skate like the pros – doing all those wonderful jumps and twirls. Of course, what young girl doesn’t dream of that at one time or another? But, my ankles are just too weak. I would get on the ice, and my feet would instantly turn in. I could barely hold myself up.
Well, those weak ankles have gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years. And yesterday was no exception. While trying to get to the phone, I tripped over one of my poor cats, kicking him squarely in the noggin’, and falling right on my face. In the process, I sprained my ankle pretty badly.
I could hardly believe that it had happened. I believe this is the 5th or 6th time in my adult life that I have sprained my ankle. To be honest, I was very surprised when the doctor said that it was just a sprain. I was convinced that this time I had finally broken it. But thank God, I didn’t.
So here I sit, for the next 2-4 weeks, with my leg elevated, ice on for 20 minutes, ice off for 20 minutes, ibuprofen every 6 hours, completely helpless.
For those of you who really know me, you know that this is not an easy task for me. I am definitely not one to sit still for very long. But, I also know, after doing this so many times, that if I don’t sit still, it will just take that much longer to heal.
So I sit, and I wait and I pray that God will show me why He wants me to slow down for a while.