I’m beginning to get used to my crutches. Whereas at first I struggled to move from room to room, I can now motor along at some speed – so long as I don’t have any stairs to negotiate! My upper-arm muscles must be twice the size they were before I fell.
I’ve got my family nicely organised: help with the washing and cooking, and cups of tea on demand. Now I’m at the stage where I can put a bit of weight on my foot I’ve started cruising round the furniture, in the same way that babies do when they’re trying to walk. And I can shuffle up and downstairs on my bottom as fast as any two-year old.
It’s funny how quickly I’ve developed new ways of doing things. Sitting at the table to prepare vegetables. Planning outings so that I don’t have to hop too far. I’ve reverted to buying groceries online – and if I time it right, one of my daughters will unpack it all and put it away for me. Clearly, there are some plus points to my current situation.
It feels as if my pot has become a part of me, although hopefully by the time you read this it will have been removed and I’ll be mobile again. (I’ll also have no excuse for not hanging the washing out, but never mind.)
I suspect there are things which hamper my spiritual walk that have equally become part of my life. Attitudes I’ve embraced for so long, I’ve forgotten they’re there. Thought patterns that cripple my emotional well-being. And I know that it’s often easier to adapt my life around such issues rather than go through the hassle of removing them. Sometimes I’ve settled for walking with a limp instead of learning to move with “hinds’ feet”. (Habakkuk 3: 19).
As a child of God, however, I don’t have to live like that. My poor choices and bad habits have no right to determine my walk with God. When I allow him to deal with my excess baggage, I can learn to live in the freedom he has promised me. (Galatians 5: 1).