Happy New Year!

I thought I had escaped my curse. You see, every year starting in 2003, something happens to me in the late summer/early fall. In September 2003, I had my first child. Now, this is not a curse, but a blessing. But it was a traumatic experience that changed everything. ....eventually for the better. In late August 2004, I fell, broke my right ankle and had to have surgery. This was the worst experience of my life. My marraige aged like 7 years in 8 weeks. I realize why it happened... I had become obessessed with being in complete control of my child and my husband and our life. My husband had also come to rely on me doing everything from changing diapers, to bathing the baby, feeding the baby ....EVERYTHING. So me breaking my foot, was God's way of teaching me the invaluable lesson that I cannot be in control. It also taught me to rely on my husband more and that even though he didn't do things my way, he still got them done. It was a very hard lesson to learn, but looking back, I'm so glad God used that experience to teach me that he's in charge and that it's okay to ask for help every now and then from friends and family. In mid-August 2005, I was 38 weeks pregnant and had a massive hemorage that resulted in having a c-section to have my 2nd child...also a boy. And while we were both fine...a blessing....recovering from a c-section was much harder than that of a normal delivery. August/September of 2006 went by without event. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, on Friday 12/29/06, I fell going down my basement stairs. Pain shot up what I refer to as my "bad ankle". I immediately pleaded with God, "Please no...Not again" over and over again. I was eventually able to get up and get upstairs to the couch, finding comfort that it wasn't nearly as painful as the accident 2 years ago, but then getting discouraged that it was still hurting at all. My orthopedic was able to squeeze me in later that afternoon and I was relieved to find out that nothing was broken. My plate and pins were still intact from the surgery. I had, however, torn some tendons and ligaments. So they put me in a brace that fits into my sneaker to wear for a few weeks. This was not how I wanted to start my New Year. I have been making all sorts of schedules and routines now that I was going to be a stayathome mom. Then it hit me, in the hustle and bustle of Christmas and my scheduling, etc., I had once again taken the wheel and put God in the passenger seat. As we all know, He doesn't care for that role very much. So, rather than let me keep driving down that path, He nipped it in the bud and got my attention. I'm taking the sprained ankle as a warning, that if I keep neglecting Him, He'll put me out of comission altogether like last time. The thought of not being able to drive, walk w/o crutches, and depend on someone for everything except going to the bathroom, terrifies me. So, I'm off to pray and thank God for sparing me that experience again and letting me off with just a warning.