Last year, on a Wednesday, the day before my daughter’s last figure skating competition of the season, I sustained a concussion while we were getting ready to leave our homeschool co-op for the day. It was pouring. I ran to the van and pulled it up to the door so we could load it out of the rain. I was soaked. I had my hood on, so I didn’t see the rear van door coming toward my head as my daughter yanked it down to close it. Smack. I was out on the ground. This began my “year of injuries”.
Well, I knew the anniversary was coming up. It’s the 14th, but I wasn’t expecting my reaction this morning as we pulled into the parking lot of the church that hosts our co-op. After a very dry summer, it’s pouring today. Today of all days, it’s pouring.I pulled the van to the door and let out a groan. My oldest daughter (the one who clocked me in the head) said, “I know, I’m thinking about it too.” Fear washed over me and I began to shake a little. Almost everything “feels” the same. The weather, the day of the week, the location, the time of year (yes, she has her last competition tomorrow)… it is all the same. I suddenly felt nauseous.
I really don’t know what today holds. All I can do is trust the Lord and know that come what may, He has my best interest at heart.
“What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.” ~ Psalm 56:3