Minor Tendonitis! That's what I have in my right wrist, I found out Monday. Well, I'm grateful that's all it is, and look forward to being pain-free soon! No more aches in my wrist after writing or typing briefly. No more shooting, burning pain up my pinkie finger if I move my hand wrong.
But to tell you the truth, I was wondering a few weeks ago if God had a real twisted sense of humor, and I nearly got depressed about it.
You see, I like to be busy and I was looking forward to my first leisurely summer in, well, years. Graduate school behind me. Two teenage children working at the church's day camp all summer. Sigh! All this time and no obligations.
Now my busy time would be optional! All the things I have put off doing or didn't have time to do that I actually enjoy. Perhaps I could really begin to write again. Resume the prose I began six years ago before the horseback riding accident that snapped the bone below my wrist and mangled my knee.
I could also finally spend some significant time in my yard, grooming...no, rescuing a neglected backyard and cultivating some new flower beds.
But then it happened: while I was in Italy, too! Beautiful, blissful Italy! Halfway into our vacation, I twisted some handwashables and something inside my wrist twisted as well. And three weeks later, I finally learn that I had aggravated my old injury, creating tendonitis in my wrist.
Anticipation, bliss, then tendonitis. What a disappointment! Half of my summer will be spent nursing an injury just annoying enough to limit my two most anticipated summer activities: gardening and writing!
Back to the inevitable question: why? What is a good God's purpose in this? His reply to me has been simply to sit and wait. Sit and wait for a instructorship position. Sit and wait for healing. Not be filled with activity. Not be consumed by replacing one busy schedule with another.
Sit and wait in quietness and solitude for His voice and His felt presence.
Sit and wait and listen.
I'll keep you posted. :)
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