Kaboom!

The Bible says, if any man thinks he stands, take heed lest he fall. What it doesn’t specify is that you’re stupid if you don’t wear flip flops when cleaning the shower, which I always do. Except for when I didn’t so I slipped and went, “kaboom!” in the cleaner called Kaboom. And then my shoulder went ka-pop, and our bank account went kaput.

Then I did the math. It’s actually cheaper to hire a maid to clean my entire house—(not just the bathroom), for a whole year than what my dislocated shoulder has cost so far. Talk about the short end of the mop. So, hi -ho-hi-ho, it’s off for another MRI and into debt I go! And then I get to clean the house. Maybe there’s something to be said for having dirt floors.

The moral of the story? Wear flip flops to clean the shower, or better yet—hire a maid!

Did I mention that I showed up in the ER wearing a tankini swimsuit top with no strap on my injured shoulder, thus giving the doctors perfect access to it. I’m sure he meant well, but then the young man looked into my pain glazed eyes as my arm dangled from my body and said, “We’re going to need you to put on this johnny.”

“No.”  I said.

I should probably have kept my arm in the sling more often. I’m guessing around my waist doesn’t count. Although they just said to wear it—not where or how. Besides, it bothers my neck. Who designed these things anyway? 

By the way, I’ve been in physical therapy since March for an inflamed nerve stemming at my neck and running down to my still numb pinky and ring finger on my right hand. Except I wasn’t allowed to do most of the exercises until they got the results back from my shoulder injury which took a few weeks. So now that I’ve lost all the momentum I gained in this dramatic interlude of my progress, it’s back to physical therapy. I have a slap tear they say. Speaking of which, I tore open one of the bills the other day, and can anyone explain the $89 charge for a sling I can buy online for $19.99 all day long? Makes me feel like…well—never mind. I will hold my tongue. (See? Miracles do happen.) At least it looks like I’ve sidestepped surgery. I suppose I should call and set up my appointments, but I’d really rather go to the beach, or sit on my porch and write.

So, long story short, my right side is all wrong and the girl leading the #HealthyFaith chats on miracles needs a miracle. The good news is, I already possess the greatest miracle of all, salvation and a personal relationship with Jesus. I’m no fair weather Christian, He is with me, helps me through it all. He will be there and help you too if you just ask Him. 

“Lord, how about it? Can you please heal me? And not just so I can be healed, but because I really want to testify for You. Love You Lord and—hallelujah anyhow.”

LINK to Song: Hallelujah Anyhow

Jesus You are the storm stiller

But You call me to be a wave walker

You teach my hands to war

Come what may, Lord

By Your grace

This dust shall praise Your name

I will praise You in the calm

Praise You in the storm

Come what may

This dust shall praise your name, Oh Lord

©2018 Rachael M Colby    Tattoo It On Your Heart

Author: Rachael M. Colby

Born and raised in Jamaica, award-winning writer Rachael M. Colby resides in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Wife, mom, beach bum, artist, work in progress, avid Tweeter—#HealthyFaithChat leader, Rachael writes to glorify God, encourage believers, and reach the lost. She connects culture’s questions with Christianity’s answers, inspires faith, and motivates through articles, devotions, poetry, and interviews. She has a heart for racial reconciliation and to uplift those who serve in tough places. Her work has appeared on Southern Ohio Christian Voice, Inkspirations Online, the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference Blog, in the compilation books Creative Writing Journal: Faith Inspired Writing Prompts & Hope-Filled Poetry, The Courage to Write: 62 devotions to Encourage your Writing Journey, and Defining Moments: Memorable and Inspiring Stories from Outstanding Leaders, and the Oak Ridger newspaper. She runs on copious amounts of coffee and chocolate and a whole lot of "Help me, Jesus." Her WIPS include a compilation of her family’s and others’ stories of their work as civil rights activists (adult and children’s books), and a devotional for writers. You can connect with Rachael on her website, TattooItOnYourHeart.com—a place for seekers, followers, and writers, and on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. View all posts by Rachael M. Colby