The Irony of My Brokenness
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:
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I tripped over a backpack, dove into the ground, breaking my arm, all during a class about diving into brokenness!
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It was in front of my entire class, and the topic of the day was shame.
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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
