HUMBLED

Early yesterday morning brought me a text that made me feel so humble.

Long back story is that during the past six months, I have knocked my elbow at the same place on the same shower door rod three times.  The first two left me a bit sore, but the third that happened about a month ago has lingered and is different.  (And yes, now when I walk into my small bathroom, the first thing I do is shut the shower door if it's open.  The shower still feels new after almost two years and I do love it, I just don't love knocking my elbow constantly.)  

I finally decided to try to get in to see a doctor and got an appointment with my PCP for January 23 (which was yesterday).  I had gotten into a text conversation with a sweet friend a week and a half or so ago and we were catching up a bit.  We don't talk/text often but she's still one of my dearest friends and I think she feels the same about our friendship.  It's a friendship which happened in a very unlikely way.  That's another story for another post.  Anyways, I told her about the elbow and the appointment I finally got.

A week ago, the pain was just getting worse so I called my hip doctors for advice.  The advice was "we don't do elbows but the folks next door to us do" and I got the number to call.  I guess the Lord smiled and I was told I could be seen in two hours.  This was 7:30 a.m. but I managed to drive the 45 minutes in the fog to get seen.  It was not broken but bruised on bottom from the hit on the door.  The main problem was that the doctor was concerned about my lack of motion in my faulty wrist.  I told him that was normal for me with the long time autoimmune disorder and the wrist atrophy through the years.  He determined the swelling was from the tendon running from the elbow to the wrist.  So now I'm wearing an elbow strap and a wrist brace for support.  I had to buy the elbow strap....in my vast box of orthopedic gizmos, I had none of those.  :)  

So with that long dissertation, I will get to my point.  I'm betting all you blog readers love how I can drag out a story, huh?

Yesterday morning, I got a really early text from my friend saying she had been praying and hoped my doctor's appointment would merit a remedy for my faulty elbow.  I had to tell her that I had already seen one and cancelled the appointment with the PCP.  However, I also told her that getting that text from her made me feel very warm and fuzzy and very humbled that she would remember and pray for ME even though I didn't ask her to.  And that she prayed for ME, I'm certain, every day since she heard of my painful elbow.  And she was not even in my praying church family.  She is a non-church family friend.  I also got to hear good news from her that her two scans with her oncologist were clear and that her leg from a terrible motorcycle accident was almost healed.  These things gave me much joy and thankfulness but just that she would remember me, especially with all her "stuff" made me so so so very humbled.

I WANT TO BE LIKE THAT.

I want to be one who cares AND remembers.  So many days my mind is so full of things I have to deal with in life, that I forget to pray for the ones who might be counting on my prayers.  And I forget to talk to the one who hears my prayers.

Maybe the point of this sharing is that you want to be that way, too.  

Consider.....