This afternoon, I have a personal miracle to report. Yesterday – just over 24 hours ago – I was kicked in the leg by a horse. I saw this coming one millisecond before he lashed out, so no time to take evasive action. The force of the kick knocked me to the ground.
This is a young colt, recently gelded, so he still has plenty of spunk. As I lay in the grass my first thought was “Is my leg broken?” I am no way a teenager, so the concern was very, very real to me. As we get older, if we don’t watch out, the world fills our minds with all kinds of negative expectations about the deterioration of our bodies.
Cautiously, and shaking like a leaf, I got up – Hallelujah, I can stand, and put a little weight on it. I opened a gate to move the horses into fresh pasture, then limped slowly back down to the house.
My first reaction was to thank the Lord for saving me from a worse outcome. Broken leg? Hospitalisation? Wait a minute, I live alone and have animals to look after – can’t afford to be sidelined. Don’t need a broken leg, either.
I put some iodine on the wound (on the front of the lower leg below the knee and right on the bone) but the knee had obviously taken a serious jolt. This knee used to give me trouble as a hill walker, and it was hurting more than the wound, which was starting to swell up like an egg. I tried to pull an elastic sleeve over my foot to support the knee, and that caused excruciating pain up in the side of the joint. Humm… Deciding against the elastic, I got out a full length crepe bandage and put that on.
I knew from past experience that this would probably hurt more the next day than it was hurting then, so I resolved to get some shopping done right away. Praying for help and support and still a bit shaky, I drove the 5 miles to our nearest shops and – thank goodness for the Lord, automatic transmission and supermarket trollies – managed to do shopping.
Night fell. The leg seemed uncomfortable wherever I put it, but somehow with the help of a pillow I managed to get it reasonably rested – and fell asleep! I slept the night straight through (unusual for me).
Today I’m hobbling around on an old walking stick – not without pain, I might say. I’ve spent a good part of the day on the bed, with my leg up. The swelling at the site of the wound has gone down. The knee has swelled with some bruising beginning to show at the sides, and it is very painful to put weight on. But altogether an amazing miracle, especially when I think of all the hassle and drama that would have gone on had my leg been broken (my nearest hospital is over 70 miles away, for a start).
So what comes out of this experience? The most important thing I think is being granted to SEE it as a miracle. The lesson lies in 1 Thessalonians 5:18:
“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
I believe that being aware of the Lord’s presence on a daily basis, and being ready and willing to find reason to give thanks no matter what, is a key to seeing His work in our lives. Saint Paul knew this – it’s a lot better than grumbling about what happened.
More about that next time.
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