This morning the day seemed just a wonderful slow day. I got up fought with the need for asthma aids, and got about my day. Then I went to the greenhouse for some plant “tidy” business and enjoyed a phone call with my cousin. As I went about my watering, my knee found the bucket left from last evenings tomato washing stand. Bucket: One, Me: zero!
A half hour of tears, twenty minutes of ice, and some devotional reading time, Here I Am…. That hurt. And I had just been super happy to go a whole week without running into anything, or dashing my head on anything, or falling over something. Wha-Lah! I found the bucket to kick today.
About a week ago the tally was with the tomatoes. Tomatoes: 8 quarts 9 pints, and 18 cups, Me: no cuts, bruises, or hives. That was a pretty good day. Today might be another story altogether. My right knee is smarting quite a bit, and just does not want to bend. Bother for these eyes that don’t really do the job.
The Bible has a lot of verses about not stumbling, and walking with Jesus, and having the Lord guide us with His hand. Some days, it seems that the Lord has abandoned me to go astray continually. This blind thing sure eats up a lot of the “promises” of scripture when you look at things in a physical mindset. I am glad that the Lord is using these metaphors to teach us spiritual lessons. If the Bible were taken literally (physically) much of life in this world would be so depressing. Of course I cried when I was hurt. Did I feel led of the Lord when the bucket interrupted my path with a blow to the knee? No, not really.
The next day or so later, it was Wasp:3, me 2. Picking through the washed tomatoes, if found a wasp instead of tomato blossom. Then the was was mating on top of it all. So one sting, two bites later the wasps were dead. Then, into the honey went my offended finger to heal from the bites or whatever. It did not make me very enthusiastic to continue my canning expedition. I was glad that the wet wasps were easy to kill.
Do I feel like God is holding my hand as I run into the bench and fall flat on my face? No, not at all. Being blind is a physical distress for me. It adds a lot of difficulty to navigating just about every daily activity that I do. But I refuse to just sit and do nothing. God did design out bodies to WALK>
This morning I made my helper “doodle” dog walk me out to the mailbox. She heard vehicles coming and stopped us at nearly four car lengths from the road. I thought it was a little over cautious, but I still praised her. She stopped again at the road just to double check. I really with that I could have the mailbox on our side of the road. Maybe there is a petition for that because I am blind. Maybe
The tomatoes are shelling out the produce. There are four baskets just waiting for me. So here I go. Probably have to ice my knee in between tasks.