Here’s the worst thing about being temporarily kinda sorta crippled. Everything is harder than it should be. It’s harder than usual to get up and get going. It’s harder to walk and much harder to negotiate stairs. And while the pain is, well, painful and the expenses border on mind-boggling, the worst part is just that everything is so darn hard.
Life is like that. Even when not coping with an injury, it’s just hard. In some circumstances, it’s very, very hard. When my mother was dying of cancer there were times when she was not quite in her right mind. She was angry and demanding and exhausting to be around (which was not like her real self at all). During those times I often informed God, in various tones of anger and/or exhaustion, “I can’t do this. This. Is. Too. Hard.”
And it was.
And that’s the point.
If we could do life on our own, we wouldn’t need God. At least, we wouldn’t realize we needed him. But when life is too hard, it becomes painfully obvious that we need him. As he said to Paul, “My grace is enough for you. When you are weak, my power is made perfect in you.” (2 Corinthians 12:9 NCV)
So I limp along, remembering that I can’t do this on my own. Fortunately, God says I don’t have to.
And neither do you.