Hannah had to have more foot surgery last week. It was a very similar surgery to what she had in September of last year. This time around the anticipation was worse because we all knew what to expect. For a solid 6 weeks her foot can’t touch the ground. She has to use crutches or a scooter to get around. (this time around she opted out of the scooter!) For two weeks she can’t get her stitches wet (which go halfway up her calf). Showering is not an option because she can’t stand and the bathtub is difficult because she can’t submerge her foot. She has mastered the art of the sponge bath and washing her hair in the sink. She really is a trooper, but there are some things she just can’t do for herself.
She can’t carry anything in her hands. They are occupied with her crutches. She can’t fix herself food or drink. She can’t fix her icepack. Basically, she has to be waited on hand and foot. And I don’t mind one bit. In fact, I am soaking every second of it up. At 17 years old, she doesn’t need me much anymore. She is extremely self sufficient, as she should be at this point. As the countdown to her senior year begins, I am painfully aware of how fast time is ticking away. Although I don’t enjoy seeing her in pain, I am treasuring getting to baby her again for awhile. It’s nice that she needs her Mommy to help her out for a few weeks.
As I was talking to a friend today about some of the things going on with me, and how I have been under an atypical amount of stress lately, it dawned on me. God is my Heavenly Father. Although He doesn’t enjoy seeing me in pain, He also relishes the times when I am dependent upon Him. If Hannah tried to carry her school books, an ice pack and a drink up the stairs on crutches, she would surely fall. It would be so silly for her to even try to do that when I am right here offering to carry them for her. By that same token, why do we think we need to burden ourselves with stress, hurts and worries when God is here waiting to carry them for us?
I Peter 5:7 Cast all your cares upon Him, for He cares for you.
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Oh gosh, what a beautiful message! BTW, I still love it on those rare occasions when you need me!
A few weeks ago my eldest daughter had a terrible stomach flu. This girl didn’t cry when she broke her foot even. But suddenly she just wanted mommy to sit and hold her hand. Though I felt terrible that she felt so terrible, part of me was secretly happy that she still needs mommy. Sometimes we have to cherish those moments when we can.