The UNbroken Leg

Our week started with a broken leg. My sweet little boy had fractured one of his tiny little bones.  I let the news sink in for all of three seconds before my mind raced to make the To Do List: Call family, notify school, arrange for time off work, we’ll need pants to fit a casted leg, extra oral syringes for around the clock ibuprofen & Tylenol, he should have a good bath before the cast goes on, going to the movies will be a fun distraction, are there even any good boy movies out right now?, he hasn’t needed PT/OT in a while but maybe I should call them for life after the cast, where is that picture of me in a cast when I was a kid?, etc, etc, etc. I even mentally wrote the blog post describing the events of the week for extended family members; I would reference time traveling laser chickens (it’s a thing) and show my cute boy in his cute cast. And this was all before the pediatrician finished typing up her report in the exam room.

Distal tibia fracture = "Toddler's Fracture"

 

Making the To Do List wasn’t a bad thing to do. There was no sin in it. God created me to have a quick & organized mind. It’s what makes me good at my job and slightly (but delightfully) irritating to some close friends & family. But it was only in a passing breath that I remember uttering “God, breathe life into these bones!”. I couldn’t remember the scripture reference (minor prophets kill me!), and couldn’t even recall that awesome Chris Tomlin song with those words, so I pictured the cover of the CD that I knew the song was on as my stamp of faith...then I moved on to the next thing on the list.

 

The beauty of the situation is that the passing prayer and worship CD-cover faith, is all that God needed to do His work (in truth, He doesn’t NEED me at all to do His will).  He hears the prayers tucked deep into the very heart He created. And even when I forget to speak the words, He hears me…and is delighted to respond. He responds to the prayers I don't know how to utter, to the prayers I've long forgotten, to the prayers I'm practically too busy to pray. When my humanness (repeatedly) fails, the Holy Spirit is there to speak on my behalf. "I call out to the Lord, and He answered me" (Psalm 3:4).

Our week may have started with a fracture, but it ended with a healing. “I’m not sure why you are here,” the pediatric orthopedic surgeon said, “His exam is totally normal and I don’t see anything unusual on his xray”  I argued that a radiologist and three physicians confirmed the fracture earlier in the week. I could even see it for peet’s sake. “I don’t know what to tell you,  there is no fracture now, it must have been a soft tissue shadow.”.  Riiiiiigggghhhhhttttt.

 

"All the earth shall worship you and sing of your glories.  Come, see the glorious things God has done. What marvelous miracles happen to his people!"  Psalm 66:4-5 

 Gotta go…Isaac is trying to climb up the bookshelf…with his UNbroken leg!