Very recently I experienced two different accidents that affected my feet, my toes. Unusual circumstances, I was puzzled.
One day while preparing for guests and cooking up a storm, I opened my lazy susan for canned goods. Grabbed what I was looking for and swung that baby around to close it and a 28 oz. can of tomatoes flung out and landed on my foot. Oh yeah, could have been the 6 oz. tomato paste or even, really, let’s stretch it, to the 14.5 oz. diced tomato can. No, I get the heaviest can in my susan that goes rogue and hits my toe. Oh, it hurt, like, you know, when you bump your head and get a little woozy, but company’s coming. Bent down touched my toe and declared healing over it. Amazed that I carried on, prayer works! Although, I still have a black spot on my toenail, it’s all good.
The second injury to my feet happened just a few days later. I must have just fallen asleep, it wasn’t late, when I was startled awake. Truly, felt like I heard something and needed to get up and check on it. Not a “maybe I heard something”. No, full on defense mode, fight or flight! Evidently I was in fight mode! I threw back my blankies and charged out of my room. I checked my place, everything alright. Settled back between the covers and woke later in the night to my big toe on my left foot aching terribly. By aching terribly, I mean, it felt like somebody tightened a vise grip on my toe.
The light of day proved I had hurt myself somehow. Bruised and swollen toe, probably broken, still in pain, feeling a bit traumatized at this point. I hobbled on and prayed.
I am fully recovered now. Praise God. But this is what I heard: “The enemy is trying to stop you from taking the next steps.” And because I understand the tactics of the enemy, just thinking, I am not the only one that the enemy is trying to keep back from their next steps in the kingdom. Take the land! Take the next step even with a hobble!
Linda Potter 