About a month and a half ago I fractured my left foot
playing basketball with some of my team members. We had just started the great
habit of waking up early to go to a nearby park to fellowship and exercise by
playing basketball. I would like to say that I fractured my foot by making some
awesome move where I scored and made my team win but it wasn’t at all like
that. I just landed on someone’s foot and twisted my foot. The injury was minor
and it was even hard to see the fracture on the x-ray. But the doctor said that
if I wanted my foot to heal fast that I needed to use a flat high top shoe and
not walk for about six weeks. I didn’t like the news especially the not walking
part. My friend was able to let me borrow his crutches so that I could still
get around the city. It was very humbling to be dependent on crutches and
others. I also learned a few new words in Thai because most of the Thai people
in my neighborhood would stop me to ask me what happened to my foot. It blessed
my heart to see their genuine sincerity in their asking.
But one particular night I was having a rough time.
Internally I was complaining that I still had to use the crutches and that I
needed to go places by myself because my visiting friend had left. I was on my
way to meet some of my teammates to go out to the bar area but I couldn’t find
transportation so I just walked (with my crutches) and took mini breaks when I
needed them. I got over it by the time I met with my team and started having a
time of fellowship with our friends there. After that we went to a new area to
pray and ask God what He has in mind for that area, specifically a
restaurant/bar in that area. Just when we were walking past the entrance to
leave that area I saw a woman approach me to say hello. It took me a few
seconds to recognize her but I had met her at one of the bars in the different
location. The second thing out of her mouth as she pointed to my foot was,
“What happened?” I was so happy to see her and to talk with her for a few
minutes that the revelation didn’t hit me until later that night. God gently
reminded me that complaining is never a good thing because I don’t always know
how He’s using the bad for good. I am almost positive that my old friend had
the courage to approach me that night because of her genuine concern for my
foot.
