We had been looking forward to Labor Day weekend, as we were getting away for the entire weekend to spend at a church retreat with friends. It was a time to get away from the world and everyday cares and concerns, and just enjoy good fellowship and encouraging sermons.
We arrived Friday night and set up camp in a little cabin. I unpacked everything, hung some encouraging posters on the wall, and we had brought our CD player with some nice music to play in our cabin. I wanted to make it as homey as possible. Sean and I were in charge of campfire that evening, and I had a question about it, so I strapped Deborah in the Ergo and set off towards the main building to find out the answer.
As I was walking down a slight hill, my foot went into a hole, and I went flying and landed on the grass. Deborah was just fine, she looked at me and I could tell she was ready for me to get back up again and start walking! My foot, on the other hand, was not ready for me to get up. :/ Instantly the question “is it broke?” was going through my head, as my heart refused to believe that we could possibly have another broken foot in the same year in our family.
After a few minutes I got up and started limping back to the cabin, and called for my sister and brother in law to get Deborah as soon as I saw them. I went into the cabin and asked my husband to pray for me. After that, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the van. After some more prayers and putting ice on it, we decided to go to urgent care, since they were open late on Friday nights.
After an X-Ray, the Dr. came in and confirmed that yes, I had indeed broken my foot, in the same bone that my husband did earlier this year, it just is not as bad of a break as what he did. I couldn’t believe it, and still can’t!
I ended up staying at my mother-in-law’s house quite a bit, as she lives five minutes away from the campground. I went for some of the services, and just put my broken foot up on a chair to try and keep the swelling down. The reality of the situation really hit me on Saturday evening, when my husband was preaching. A friend sat with me to help, and my sister and mother–in-law were behind me. My three and one year old daughters both started melting down and screaming at the same moment in the service, to the point where you couldn’t even hear my husband speak! A friend took Deborah, and my mother-in-law took our three year old, while I sat there and cried because I couldn’t take care of my babies.
We won’t know how long I will be a cast and crutches until I see a Dr. in a week. We are praying it is for six weeks, and not 5 months like my husband! My hope is to find the beauty in the situation, and to redeem these moments of laying on the couch, and use them for good. I plan on doing a lot more reading with my children, and we will be spending lots more time together since I will be on the couch a lot! I’m trying not to look at the negative side of things, the appointments I have to cancel, the 5K I can’t run, not being able to manage my home for awhile, and the difficulties of church time, and focus on how much worse this could all be.
Friends, both locally and online have been incredible in offering to help us. Fellow Lilla Rose consultants that I have never even met are sending food gift cards to us, and local friends are offering to bring meals. A sweet friend is coming tomorrow to help do laundry and help out while Sean is gone and I’m adjusting to all of this. I’m so humbled by the love being shown to our family!
I have yet to figure out Modest Mondays exactly, but I’m sure I will find a way to make it all work. Maybe sitting down poses? Lol.
I’d appreciate your prayers for our family as we adjust to this new trial, and that I would be patient and joyful through it.