How Long Does The Lesson Really Need To Be?

As I ponder the forced stillness, relatively speaking, due to a broken elbow, I am sad about not being able to do my favorite two things – play my guitar in our Praise Team at church and swim laps. I don’t find out until tomorrow how long I have to give up these most important activities in my life.  Part of me doesn’t even want to hear the verdict.

I made it through Christmas and even held my baby granddaughter some, although she is at the very wiggly stage now and it was not an easy thing to do one-armed.

I can’t put away my Christmas decorations.

I can’t scrub pots and pans.

I can’t take off my bra by myself.

But those things don’t bother me nearly as much as my swimming and guitar playing.

I am guessing there is supposed to be a lesson here. I don’t have a clue yet what that is.  I figure that tomorrow’s news from the specialist will be in direct proportion to how much time it will take my thick brain to get it.

For a smart girl, I just can’t reckon with how slowly I learn life’s most important lessons. I usually am a quick-study, but sometimes I think I make this harder than it needs to be.  Praying for open ears to hear what I need, and may the lesson-learning time be short!