On the Eve of Spring
Incidents happen, yet perhaps generally unexpected. The unexpected incident that happened in my life on that Sunday, the eve of spring, March 19, 2017, was one of those unexpected happenings. It was a simple thing, so to think – a slip (as I could determine, on some leaves) – and down I went and banged up my knee in the fall.
Recalling it again at the writing of this, that right knee had been banged up at least a couple of times a few years ago. First, doing my cleaning activities at a previous job. Exiting a locker room of the college fitness center a slip on the wet concrete floor, and down I went, ouch. Although painful, I did not see a physician then; I simply suffered the consequences, eventually, the pain subsided, but maybe the damage hadn’t.
Then, a second time, I having been thrown from a four-wheel vehicle, the driver turning too fast, the vehicle flipped over and I, too, flipped out (maybe in more ways than one); the pain was felt all down my right side; but neither did I have that incident checked out, I guess thinking it was not all that bad, even so, but again maybe the damage was worse than I had imagined.
However, as for the recent incident on that eve of spring Sunday, after some consideration, I did go to urgent care for that injury, a friend driving me to the VA Medical Center, which was across town, a bit of a distance from where I lived, and received medication and instruction to help the healing process and recovery.
I remained at home that week, resting, being off the knee somewhat, yet not totally down, so that the knee would not stiffen up, walking being also a great help. Remaining home that week, I had time to reflect on the whole incident. Recalling again, the hardest part was going up the three flights of stairs to my apartment, as that was when the pain in my right leg was most severe.
How to get me up the stairs, was the discussion that eve of spring night, among four guys who came to my aid. Coming up with no other alternative, I sat on a chair; they picked it up and hauled me up the steps. No easy task for them, I’m sure; I had the easy part (kind of) – an experience I’d like to forget, and perhaps those guys too. Although probably easier for them, with me it’s something that’s been probably etched in memory for life.
On the fourth day since, I think the contusion, swelling, etc., has pretty much healed (and continues so) pretty well, amazingly/surprisingly so. Maybe the occasional pain I experience is due to arthritis having set in, as the attending physician said he had noticed via the x-ray photos.
Arthritis? Hmm, now where did that come from? Maybe such had begun with my previous “banging” incidents, maybe too, as even as a child I hadn’t been immune to any bang up times, as perhaps nobody is. (It would certainly be a surprise to learn of some who are immune to injuries and illnesses.)
Yet, I never had a broken bone (ah, not that I’m aware of, not as of yet anyway) – praise to Jesus, my protector through all my incidents, illnesses, and circumstances – He knowing all that may yet incidentally come upon me. “The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold,” Psalm 18:1-3.
Ah, Arthritis found in me, now that may date me, as arthritis comes more expectantly as we age? But what is age? True, it is probably obvious that I, too, am older than some, yet as well younger than others. Still, even though I may not look a day over 95, whatever is my age, perhaps only in my mind, not feeling my age, I’m 40 years younger. Hence, I try not to reflect on my age, as in eternity we’ll all be ageless and with new painless bodies. Now that will be glory, but, more importantly so, to be forever serving my Savior, the Lord Jesus, as the Bible so states at 2 Corinthians 5:1-5, 6-10 and Revelation 21:1-4.
Although since that eve of spring Sunday, I think I’ve been doing well physically, maybe excellently more so than I can imagine, yet, maybe not so well emotionally; now I don’t know how exactly to explain that, except maybe spiritually, asking God, “Why” and/or what does He want to teach me through it all, that amazing week. Perhaps, (1) it’s important to care for one’s health, and joints wherein not doing so arthritis may set in, and (2) it’s important to have a primary care physician and get a physical checkup annually, which I have and do.
Our bodies are not our own, as the apostle Paul has written to the Corinthians, recorded at 1 Corinthians 6:19-20, and care for our bodies is most essential, which is also mentioned in the Bible, again by the apostle Paul at 1 Corinthians 3:16-17.
On 2 Corinthians 4:8-12, from the Life Application Study Bible I noted the following, [brackets mine], “Our perishable bodies are subject to sin and suffering, but God never abandons us. Because Christ has won the victory over death, we have eternal life. All our risks, humiliations, and trials [unexpected circumstances and incidents] are opportunities for Christ to demonstrate his power and presence in and through us… The success syndrome is a great enemy of effective ministry. From an earthly perspective, Paul was not very successful. Like Paul, we must carry out our ministry, looking to God for strength…”
Hence, so is my learning from that eve of spring Sunday incident, and on through the week, and will continue so through this temporal existence, viewing life in this physical time with eternity’s values in view, as the Bible so states at 2 Corinthians 5:11, 14-15, 19-20, and God so shows through His creation: in the spring of every year, opposite from the fall, there’s a new beginning, a fresh start – revived, refreshed, renewed.
“But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us," 2 Corinthians 4:7.