As you know, I’m dealing with broken bones. The simple things are not so simple. Much like dressing a toddler, getting ready for my day is such a feat. I may go with a button unbuttoned, my hair might not be where I want it, and there’s a chance I may not be wearing shoes. My tennis shoes were double-knotted this morning. Is this some kind of sick joke? I was going to send out an SOS. "Is there anyone that could help me get my shoes untied and retied?"
I tend to jump into things and start running literally and figuratively. And this is exactly how I injured myself. I’m not a seasoned runner and shouldn’t have attempted a two mile run. My muscles and knees couldn’t handle the impact. This is what brought me to the ground.
Being forced to move slow isn’t easy, but I’m learning to be okay with it. Is this where I’m supposed to be, broken and bruised? Perhaps this is where God wanted me. In the stillness, I’ve accepted I can’t rush things. For example, my second book is being illustrated and has been for quite some time. In the waiting, I found a picture book manuscript I did years ago. I reopened this door and now have Uno Momento Baby Hippo in the works.
Mentally, I’m in a good place. My love of words and creating stories is what I’m supposed to be doing. Isn’t it about unearthing our God given talents and using them as He intended?
