Twisted Ankle

It was another Tuesday night, and I was on my way to prayer
meeting from work. To go to the jeep terminal I had to cross the bright
pink-and-blue structures that’s smack in the middle of the busy Aurora Ave-EDSA
intersection. A lethal combination of tiredness, sleepiness, stress and
‘daydreaming while walking’ made me miss the last step down and twist my ankle.

Fortunately I fell on my knees, instead of on my face. It
was hard to stand up (coz my ankle started swelling up then), and I just tried
to laugh it off while saying a silent prayer for protection from snatchers and
the well being of my ankle. I slowly made my way to a waiting jeep, and made it
to the meeting.

Every now and then we hit a snag in our daily routine that
makes us fall on the ground: a nasty breakup, you lose your job, you fail an
exam or you lose a loved one. The burden that we feel seems so heavy that we
sometimes feel that we cannot recover from that fall anymore.

But we CAN recover. Eventually, we will rise from our
situations triumphant over our adversities. That’s a promise. And the Lord
doesn’t make promises that He does not keep.

The suffering won't last forever. It won't be
long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal and
glorious plans they are! —will have you put together and on your feet for good.
(1 Peter 5:10, The Message, emphasis added)