I did learn that they make toe/finger bandages. It's circular gauze with a tiny toe condom to fit over the gauze. Who knew.
I also now have a couple of fears that I hope dissapate. One is using a knife. I like to cook. Never before has cutting up a nice piece of romaine or strawberries for short cake created so much anxiety. I'm working through it.
I'm also protecting my toe like it's a newborn. It's amazing how many day to day things want to bump you in the toe. Dragging a garden hose, two Newfoundlands playing, carrying a lawn chair. In the spirit of full disclosure, when my girl got too close to the toe crime scene wearing her roller blades and started to stumble I actually pushed her down. Yep, she's now a middle child. My toe is the new baby and she's going to have to get used to it. (For the record, I apologized profusely to the girl.)
And the good Lord rewarded me today with a sermon just for me. He reminded me to surrender, to give Him all of my worries and desperation and concerns. So I did. I even wanted to point at my bandaged toe during prayer and give Him a little wink. But I was sitting by my good friend Amy and that seemed like too much to explain at the time.
So many things I was rewarded with today for my prayer of thanksgiving. Seeing my friend Amy at church, seeing that Brene Brown will be speaking for our leadership summit in August, coming home and setting up my great grandmother's wicker settee and letting myself snooze a bit. Relaxed. I gave it all to God so I can actually rest and enjoy this Sabbath Day.
Life might actually be better with a little less toe. Just Sayin'.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6:33-34
