When your plan is changed
That fall. It has turned all my plans upside down.
We were starting to live with a rhythm. Chores, cleaning, homeschooling, exercise, cooking, home projects, dance, gymnastics- they were all finding their place and starting to produce a sweet little melody.
And then I fell.
And now that sweet melody sounds more like a two-year old banging on pots and pans. Many instruments are silent, but there is not complete silence. There is still some noise. The necessities, like eating, are still producing a sound.
As I am laying flat on my back from a husband issued bed sentence (because my back was not getting better, but worse), I am having to fight with everything in me not to get up and clean, clean, clean. Energy wise I’m raring to go. Mentally, I’m beyond ready to go. But my body just can’t do what it wants to do.
I’m having to give up my position as conductor of the orchestra and listen to the pot banging.
And I think that’s exactly what I dislike more than my pain- having my control being laid flat on its back.
But isn’t that what the Lord wants us to know?
That He is the one in control.
He is the conductor of the symphony that we call life.
And right now, this song is exactly the one that is supposed to be playing.
Oh Maeg! I am sorry to hear that! Although I shouldn’t be sorry as you are right… His orchestra is playing exactly how He wants it to.
Man, you must’ve fallen just a day or two after we talked! I can imagine the being still must be SO difficult… keep us posted, I hope healing is quick! Much love,
Crystal