What Happened to Your Foot?

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.