The Perfect Blow: A Diamond Story, and Our Injuries
I read a story this week that’s helping me see my Achilles rupture in a (bright) new light.
I want to share it with you.
I read a story this week that’s helping me see my Achilles rupture in a (bright) new light.
I want to share it with you.
“Suffering always comes bearing a gift.”
In the nine days, since my Achilles repair surgery, I’ve received too many gifts to count.
But the biggest one is this.
For one who walks, or runs, morning, noon and evening; who cancelled three “walk & talk” dates on the way to the ER; and who had just begun High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT)—including sunrise bursts on the Sanibel beach last week—months on crutches and knee scooters are a shaking loose.
They are a real test of my mettle. They are a fire and a flood and a prising free.
My right foot is in a cast this Maundy Thursday. To wash it would be a minor disaster. Not so when Jesus washed those 24 feet 2000 years ago.
That was vulnerable, humble love from the very One through whom those feet were formed.