Did you ever watch a camel plodding over the dessert? Ok, I admit I have only seen a camel plodding on hot desert sands in the movies, but I can empathize with the camel. One foot in front of the other, again and again and again. Now God created a camel to be able to do what a camel must do. And He created me to do what I must do. And I was NOT created to plod across hot sand. Fiddle, I can’t even keep my balance in cool sand. But if I can do anything, I can plod on a good old regular floor.
Today I plodded with the best of them. My part time job coincides with the school year, so Monday it is back to work. Today I went in to make sure everything was in top shape and ready to go. The room wasn’t too bad, but something about this time of year makes me want to rearrange furniture. And rearrange I did. Cabinets full of construction paper changed position more than once. (Come on Nana, really?) Tables, equipment…nothing was safe. One hour slipped into two, and before you know it hubby was calling to see if I would even make it home for dinner.
As I plodded to the car (ok, I couldn’t resist that one!) I remember thinking my feet were really going to be telling me a few things later after all the abuse of the day. Driving home, I could feel those ankles getting their thoughts together. Sure enough, when I tried to get out of the car at home, they had their words in order.
“Nana, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?’ said the left ankle as I swung it out of the car. The left ankle jumped right in. “Anyone as old as you should have better sense than to move furniture all day without help.” Personally I wish the ankles would just hush. Do they really think I don’t already know I overdid it a bit? Mentally I reminded myself that I should probably keep quite about the pain or he would probably join the ankles in commenting on my good sense…or lack thereof.
Keeping quiet didn’t work. Within 2 hours I was all but in tears and bemoaning the fact that pain pills are not permitted. I propped my feet up. I groaned. I complained that while doctors were quick to tell me I couldn’t take pain pills they didn’t tell me what I could take. I took a hot shower. I berated myself for not being sensible. And then I thought, oh yeah, prayer. Why is it that I always remember prayer last? God wants me to talk to Him about things all along rather than waiting until I feel there are no other options. I think sometimes I feel I shouldn’t bother Him with my silliness, but He wants to hear my thoughts. Just do a search for prayer in the Bible and the verses will keep you busy for a long time. I didn’t ask God to take away my pain, but to make it manageable. He sure answered that prayer and I wondered why I waited so long. With things in a better perspective, I was reminded of a social media post earlier in the year. It bears repeating, so here it is.
“I am thankful for pain. Now don’t get me wrong…Wes hears a complaint or two because my feet hurt so badly tonight, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My ankles are remembering the many pushes of my bicycle pedals especially in 4th and 5th grade. And the pacing back and forth while I stretched the phone cord as far as it would go while talking to my hubby…before he was my hubby. They remember running after two little boys who have since become two fine young men…joining in their games and pretending I had just as much energy as they did. The bottoms of my feet remember the joy of teaching my students. The most recent students needing me to squat to their level as well as spend long moments balancing doubled over tying shoes, wiping noses, sharing discoveries…and did I mention tying shoes? My feet remember hours of joy spent in the garden. Sometimes alone with God and my thoughts and sometimes accompanied by precious grandies who made me see each plant and critter with new eyes. My ankles are remembering being blessed with extra sewing time and flexing to press that foot pedal for just the right speed. They remember walking from the car to a job I enjoy, and trudging up the steps when I get home and being greeted by a husband who still thinks I am special. Tomorrow my feet will be ready to meet a new day with better energy, but for today they help me remember so many blessings. I’m thankful for pain”
The thoughts still hold true. I’m thankful for what I was able to accomplish today, even if I could have been a bit more sensible about it. I’m thankful that I have a God who cares. I’m thankful that I have a hubby who puts up with me when I haven’t made the best choices. I’m thankful I can still plod along. I’m even thankful for camels.