So you may or may not of heard...I broke my ankle.
I fell while I was delivering a newspaper. It was an icy morning and I simply lost my balance. I ended up having surgery later that morning and I now am the proud owner of a steel plate and seven screws in my ankle.
Being injured has a funny effect on your sense of worth. You are simply not able to do very much anymore. Getting a cup of coffee is as daunting as a two mile run was a week prior. A worldview that depends on "earning" your worth is quickly eradicated. Twelve hours a day of elevating your ankle is not conducive to productivity.
In the midst of the struggle though, I experienced the surprising beauty of community. People from my church brought Donan and I dinner for the first week. Cards came in daily. People gave us chocolate, money and an attention seeking stuffed tiger name Leonardo. WSU students came and brought me pop and candy.
I (like many people I know) am way more comfortable serving, than I am being served. I think that is why fundraising has been so difficult for me. How can I ask people to support a ministry in which others are being served? How is going to benefit the donor? Shouldn't I be doing something for the donor?
Being injured has reminded me that love and support doesn't work that way. Sometimes people are generous. Sometimes I need help. Sometimes I cannot support myself.
So thank you to those of you who support us. We are blessed in many ways...even when our bones are broken!
