Maybe it's Time to Slow Down

So this is what happens when you're rushing to get everyone ready for church at 9am.

Yep,

I really broke my toe!?!

I had all of us dressed and ready to go.

I ran back into my room to get my teaching bag.

Out of the corner of my eye,

I saw acrobats flying across the room.

And while I turned to see which one was cartwheeling off the couch,

I ran right into this bad boy.

Now oddly I have a high pain tolerance.

But this one laid me out flat on my back

rolling back and forth

moaning in complete pain and agony.

The kids rushed to my aid.

I bit my lip not to cry in front of them.

Anden grabbed me an ice pack.

Taylee patted my head.

I laid there completely defeated

and wondered if I could just give up for the day.

But I picked myself off  the floor.

And we marched hobbled off to church.

I thought God would be pleased that I was trying to honor him

by getting all of us to church on time.

But instead maybe he was telling me to slow down.

Literally.

Like

I'll break your toe

if you don't slow down.

I'll put you flat on your back.

So for the next 4 wks I'll be hobbling along.

Painfully.

Slowly.

With my kids stepping on the injured toe

at least twice a day.