What Forced Me to Slow Down

     I wish I could report that I broke my foot in a skiing accident. But no, I was making my bed, tripped on covers on the floor, and went splat! So humiliating.     
     Now for six weeks I’m modeling the Big Foot Fashion Look, wearing this cumbersome boot 24/7, and moving as slow as a slug.     
     Sometimes as I lie in bed, I yell out “BORING!” because I’m not fond of inactivity. Then I get over my whining and remember others have it much worse than I do - and sometimes for a lifetime. So I’m taking this opportunity to retreat in order to be recharged. To listen more to God and others, and less to the voices in my head. To gain new perspective.     
     Honestly, I’ve longed for a break like this, but just couldn’t force myself off my daily treadmill.      
     So I’m on a forty-day intermission from regular life. Others have been transformed during forty-day hiatuses more severe than this: Noah floating in an ark during forty days of rain; Moses camping out for forty days on Mount Sinai; Jesus wrestling for forty days in the wilderness.      
     I’m not comparing myself to those giants. I live a simple life in one of the backyards of the world. But I’m still raising my antennae heavenward to receive whatever there is for me to learn during this time.     
​     Because none of us are Energizer Bunnies. We all need recharging.