Skating Through Life Epilogue

Anyone who knows me probably knows by now that I fell at the skating rink and ended up sporting an arm sling. That's right, I published a post on learning to skate the morning of the 19th and took a pretty good tumble that same evening. After spending Thursday night and most of the day Friday unable to fully extend or bend my left arm, grasp anything with my left hand, or otherwise use my left arm in routine ways (hmmmm...maybe I should have this checked out?) I finally relented and went to the doctor after work on Friday. As it turned out, I broke my elbow...a little. Basically, a bone in my forearm bumped into a bone in my elbow and chipped a piece off (it is somewhat disconcerting to know there is a piece of bone floating around inside me, but several of my nurse friends have assured me that it's okay). Apparently, the treatment for this type of injury is pretty simple. They gave me something to reduce the swelling and some very nice pain medication and put my arm in a sling. The doctor said it would take about four weeks to heal, but I could try taking the sling off after about a week. During that time, it was really amazing to see how inter-dependent our body parts are. I learned I had taken my left elbow for granted all these years and was especially surprised to discover that even tasks that didn't rely on my elbow directly could affect it indirectly (my "discovery" of these things was usually marked with an "owwww!").

I picked this week's featured gift Friday morning. After a week of flipping my head upside down to fix my hair and employing a variety of creative techniques to get dressed, I was positively giddy when I was able to lift my bent arm over my head and bend my arm behind my back. Our human bodies are imperfect and vulnerable, but our Creator has designed them with a vast capacity for healing. I am very thankful that mine is healing well and quickly.

p.s. I have to admit I was a bit sheepish about discussing the source of my injury at first. In addition to the blog post, I had shared the story with several people at work that morning, and there was a part of me that was afraid my setback could be seen as evidence I shouldn't have been skating in the first place. There was a nasty voice in my head that suggested God hadn't been calling me out of my comfort zone at all, or worse…He had called me out just to set me up for a literal fall. But in my heart, I knew that voice was wrong. A Father that loves me enough to redeem me for His own is not a Father that sets His children up to fail for the sake of failure. In His love He does allow them to experience pain, difficulty, trouble, and failure, but all within His perfect plan. If God is loving and sovereign--and I believe He is--my broken elbow was ordained by Him for a specific purpose. My challenge was to discern what I was to take away from the experience. In the process, I've discovered a few more "gifts" I need to share with you this week.

Though I fell hard enough to break a bone, I got back up and immediately continued skating. There was only enough time to go around once more, and I was determined I would not end the night with a fall. Afterwards, I even ran out on the rink in my socks to join a handful of middle school girls in "The Cupid Shuffle." I don't say this to boast. I'm stunned. A year ago, my reaction to the fall would have been anger, maybe tears, and a vow to never, ever, EVER go skating again. The fact that I didn't respond that way is proof of God at work in me. Cool.

The fear of injury fits right in with my fear of failure and lack of control. Getting injured is basically failure that hurts. Though God allowed this injury, He limited it to something relatively minor, and now that I've experienced "failure that hurts," I'm not so afraid of it anymore.

I've also learned that while it's important to exercise reasonable caution, the possibility of failure is not sufficient grounds to shy away from new experiences. For years, I've boasted of never breaking bone, but my clean injury record could be largely attributed to the fact that I rarely did anything. What a waste. This past week, several kids at the school where I work asked me how I hurt my arm, and I kind of liked being able to reply, "I was roller skating."

Skating Through Life

I've been skating through life. Oh, less than a year ago I would have denied it. I would have pointed to the countless tasks I juggled between home, family, church, and work and been quite indignant. But God was never fooled, and last fall I came to the unsettling, but unshakable, realization that my constant state of self-imposed busyness was a convenient excuse to dodge His call to step outside my comfort zone.

In my comfort zone, I am capable and competent and rarely make any mistakes. I pretty much know what to expect there, so it's easy to operate under the illusion that I'm in control. Success is key, so it's essential I stick to tasks that I consistently perform well. I will try new things, but will quickly abandon them if I don't catch on right away. Risk, failure, uncertainty, dependence, and vulnerability are all unwelcome. In short, the standard in my comfort zone is perfection, and I have served the idol of perfectionism for most of my life. As a result, I have limited my usefulness to God and foolishly trusted in my own efforts rather than God working in me and through me. Instead of serving God boldly, I have held back and avoided new experiences out of fear and a lack of faith.

Now God is pulling me out of my comfort zone and calling me to venture out in new directions. It's exciting, but it's a struggle. As much as I want to be obedient, I know I can't do it in my own strength and am prayerfully relying on Him to change me. It's a daily choice, a daily battle. A daily exercise in faith: serve God or serve the idol of perfectionism, and I'm still in training.

So when my friend Jen suggested we take our kids skating, I thought it would be a fun way to practice saying, "no" to perfectionism. I had given skating a try in junior high, but gave it up after an hour or two (failure!). But that was the old me, and I was determined to give it a try and not give up this time. The first night we went, I took my place on "the wall," shakily scooting along with a handful of kids that had a much shorter distance to fall. I felt anything but capable and competent and though I didn't fall, I really didn't do any actual skating, and I definitely wasn't in control. But it became sort of a quest for me, a challenge to persevere in something that didn't come easily. So I bought a pair of skates a few days later and skidded up and down the hallway on my hardwood floors for two nights in a row. By the next skate night, I was slow and unsteady and even fell once, but I was skating, and by the next one I was going fast enough to get tired and sore and only grabbing the wall (or Jen's arm) two or three times a lap.

So, yes, my good and perfect gift this week is learning to skate. On the surface, it seems pretty insignificant compared to the other things God is calling me to do, but the underlying principle is the same. God answered my prayer and enabled me to respond to a challenge in a way that was completely contrary to my nature. With His help, I faced fear, persevered through failure, and refused to be a slave to perfectionism...and all I had to do was ask.

Gospel Fest Grab Bag

This past Friday I attended Gospel Fest at Fredericksburg Christian High School. The gospel choir (over 100 men, women, teens, and children) led the hundreds of people gathered there in two hours of praise to God. Before I even got in my car to head home, I knew what I had just experienced would be this week's topic. However, I've had some trouble picking one particular gift related to the event to feature, and each time I've reflected on the evening, I've come up with another one. Since I can't seem decide which gift to talk about (and since a fun, but whirlwind weekend is quickly drawing to a close) I'm just going to list them. Here goes…

• Each of us is given a unique blend of talents and skills, and I am certain all the members of the choir, the musicians, and the director would agree that their musical ability is gift from the God who rejoices over us with singing. As with many gifts from our Father, it is one to be shared. Their talent is a blessing to both them and all who hear it.
• Our God is worthy of praise. As children of this mighty God, we are given His Spirit, and the Holy Spirit moves us to praise Him. Anyone who is not moved to praise Him has no knowledge of Him. The desire to praise and worship God is a gift freely given, but one that only He can provide.
• As our hearts overflow with praise, our Father gives us so many ways to express our love for Him. I can't begin to list them all, but on Friday, praise was expressed through prayer, words, music, and song and with voices, hands, and feet. I didn't know all the words to the songs, but I could join in praise with the choir by clapping, swaying, or taking in the lyrics.
• It is such a blessing when God gathers His children together in sweet fellowship to glorify His name and share in the joy of His presence. Such gatherings are a taste of Heaven.
• Finally, every person I saw on Friday night was an encouragement to me and a testimony of God's faithfulness. We are all imperfect people with imperfect lives, and yet the joy of the Lord abounds within us.