The Limp

Every day, around 5:30 PM or so, I see the Fed Ex delivery truck pull up in our driveway, and I turn to prayer.  Why do you ask?  Well, my husband likes to scour E-bay looking for good deals on medical equipment — which he purchases and then re-sells to clients.  The problem is that when you buy something online, you are taking a risk.  So, every time he opens a box, I am praying, “Lord, please let the microscope be in one piece.”  Sometimes, a scope will arrive in a damaged box that got tossed around, and my husband will go into “meltdown mode” over his purchase.  He will then sulk around the house for a couple of hours.  He has purchased damaged goods.

Sometimes, this crazy life tosses us around, and we become damaged.  Can you relate?  Well, I sure can.  You see I walk with a limp.  When I enter a room, everyone notices my irregular step.  Here’s a word for all who trod through this life dragging a damaged limb behind them:

“…God has made me fruitful in the land of my affliction”

(Genesis 41:52b, ESV).

Q4U:  Do you have a limp?  How has God made you fruitful in the land of your affliction?  I would love to hear your story….

My one-word focus for the year is “fruitilicious.”  Find out what that means here.

Joining like-minded sisters today at Faith-Filled Friday, Thought-Provoking Thursday, Tell His Story, Playdates with God, Hear it on Sunday: Use it on Monday, and Soli Deo Gloria.