This week has been a whirlwind. On Wednesday morning, I incurred the most ironic injury of my life.

Let me just break down how ironic this injury is:

1. I tripped over a backpack, dove into the ground, breaking my arm, all during a class about diving into brokenness!

2. It was in front of my entire class, and the topic of the day was shame.

3. The BEST part of how funny this all is is that I broke my humerus. (Get it?!)

It’s not too bad of a break, but my arm is in a sling and I can’t use it very much.  It’s also my right arm… and I’m right handed.  So it leaves me at a frustrating disadvantage because I have always been someone that is very independent. I love to do everything for myself and others, and I don’t tend to let other do things for me..

With this injury, a reliance on those around me just comes with the job... And God is teaching me this in the way I take it best: with humor(us). 

As soon as the doctor told me that my arm was broken, I faintly heard Jesus chuckle in my ear and say, “Guess what? Now you really have to let others do things for you. ;)”

And I knew right then that this injury was going to stretch me more than I expected it to.  I’ll get back to all of you next week on the frustrations of life with a broken arm.

Much love homies,

Becca

xoxoxoxoxoxo