Not quite as planned

Last Monday as I practiced with Rebekah's soccer team, I experienced something new: a loud pop in my leg, burning in my calf muscle, and the inability to walk.  All are signs of tearing the Achilles tendon.  After seeing the tendon completely severed on the MRI, my doctor put me on the list for surgery the next day. 

I am moving much slower with crutches and my family is having to adjust to me not being able to do anything, but I have several blessings.  

My friends have created a list of who is bringing us dinner for the next three weeks.  Such a praise to have friends who can help us out during this time.

People from the church whose path I rarely cross have sent cards to tell me they are praying for me.

My kids have the opportunity to develop a servant's heart.

I have more down time to finalize the Bible studies I've written and hopefully make them available to you all.

I have a greater compassion for those with a disability.  Everything is much harder and takes much longer to complete.

I am reminded of the amazing husband God gave me.  I have woken him up in the night to get me my medicine, watched as he prepared my plate of food at each meal, and asked him numerous times to carry my crutches up the stairs and then help me stand.  God blessed me thirteen years ago. 

Although this was not in my plans, I am looking for the treasure God will bring out of it.