The Three-Legged Race

A week and a half ago, my husband had a fall at work which resulted in breaking his scapula and two ribs. His injuries could have been much more severe but he was hospitalized for about 48 hours and has limited use of his left arm at the moment and is recuperating at home. There are things he cannot do by himself but he is getting better as his injury heals. A week ago, he was unable to climb stairs unassisted. He needed help getting in and out of the shower and definitely needed help drying off. It was difficult for him to walk because his balance was a bit off and he had lost strength after being in bed for several days. Now he is able to do some of those things with little or no assistance. He is getting better but he is not 100% and he still requires help.

I was reminded of this earlier today when we were getting ready to go somewhere. I had to go up and down the stairs several times to get items he needed to take along but had forgotten. We were somewhat in a hurry and I could get the task down much more quickly than he could. Then I had to leave him standing outside while I dashed in for something else. Normally he would have been backing up the car while I went back inside but he is not cleared to drive yet.

Then there was the adventure of getting into the car. He managed to open the passenger door and get into the seat and even buckle his seatbelt but then we discovered a problem. Even with his seatbelt off, he was unable to reach the door to close it. Hmm... We would figure out how he could do that but in the meantime, I hopped out of the car, ran around to the other side and shut the door.

At the moment though, I felt like I was a runner in a three-legged race. Things weren't flowing the way they usually flowed. We had to plan each step and move in new ways. Most of all, we had to cooperate and work together. If we didn't do that, we would either fail or make things even more difficult. A three-legged race is more difficult but it is not impossible. By having a common goal, getting in step, doing our part and helping and encouraging one another, the three-legged runner can cross the finish line.

As we sat at a red light, I flashed a grin at my husband and said, "Aren't you glad you can count on me just like I can count on you?" He laughed and said he was. Are we there for our brothers and sisters in Christ? Do we race to their side when we see them limping along or respond when they cry out for help? It is impossible to be there for everyone all of the time but if we would all do our part, what a difference it would make. When you're crippled, it is good to have a friend running along beside you.

Blessings!

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