Anxiously sitting in the orthopedic doctor’s office my son and I are making small talk while we are watching the busy waiting room. Walking boots, casts, wheel chairs and crutches are just a few of the equipment we notice. Our chit chat stays clear of the reason why we are sitting here.
As mom I continue my thoughts while carrying on this natter, ‘how will he ever truly deal with a cast from above his elbow to is palm? The previous doctor said it would be on for 4-6 weeks. Oh, my gosh! His job lifeguarding and helping his brother on the farm won’t be happening.’ I hear another mom sharing with someone close by her that her son is here to realign a pin in his elbow. Yikes!
His name is called. We do the niceties ‘hi – how are you today? Fine.’ But, I’m really NOT fine! The nurse asked the details of the injury. (Please refer to last week’s blog for details) My son, goes on to explain what brings us here today – getting the cast put on his arm.
Finally, the doctor arrives and says she has reviewed the x-rays and believes it’s NOT broke! I wanted to say out loud – AMEN!! But, I stay quit and continue to listen. She says it could be a hairline fracture. The only way to see them is to do a CT scan and typically we don’t do that. We go by how the patient reacts to pain when the arm is moved in several positions. If there is little to no pain, we assume all is fine.
She begins the process with the help of the nurse to carefully unwrap the splint. Made up of several ace bandages, a layer of thick, puffy cotton and a fiber glass mold in the shape of a bent arm. Finally, his arm that has been hidden for six days is exposed. The inch-long laceration on the tip of his elbow is healing very nice. She takes one of her hands and clasps his, with her other hand she places it right above his elbow and begins to move his arm in different positions. She, as I am, is looking at his face watching carefully for any flinching. None! She continues with a few more firm movements and still nothing. She asks him, “how does it feel?”. His reply, “fine, it doesn’t hurt at all”.
“Take it easy for a few days and go back to your regular activities”, she says as standing by the door ready to exit. “Don’t do any skateboarding for a while” was her last bit of wisdom.
Out we go from the office – back to our normal lives and the phrase in my head is, ‘you just have to roll with the punches’. This phrase is a boxing term first used back in the early 1900’s by commentators describing boxing matches. While the phrase remains as a relevant boxing term today, it has also taken on a new, figurative meaning, which is rolling with the heavy blows, or challenges, that a person experiences in life. Taken from www.knowyourphrase.com
I don’t know about you but for many years I was not good at rolling with the punches. I was too rigid. I had my plan set and it was like cement. Solid and not able to be moved. I had no flexibility or willingness to change my plans. There was only Plan A.
After many painful years of my unwillingness to change and being so set in my ways, God truly removed this negative characteristic. How? Each day He would throw things into my plan that I simply had to deal with. I began to hear myself say, ‘I have to roll with the punches, you never know what will happen in a day. I had Plan A but now I’m on Plan B.’
During this remolding of my inflexibility the scripture from Jeremiah 29:11(NIV) became very important for me to remember. For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Only God knows our plans and we simply need to roll with the punches!