Comfort in Oppression

The day before Easter of this year, I broke my fourth toe. Not only did I break my fourth toe, but I had to do a liturgical dance that I had choreographed for a small group of fantastic women who were heavily relying on me, all of which had never danced before. We practiced every day, for many hours, for eight days. So basically, my job was to get these women to learn a moderately difficult dance, which of whom had never done so, in a little shy over a week. Even though they learned/memorized each step, motion and movement, they needed me slightly going forward, so if by chance they were to forget a step, eyeing me could help them out. So I’m sure you’d understand why they were a little more than freaking out when I came limping into practice a day before the dance with a black, medical post-op shoe on my left foot.

I had already made up in my mind that I would coach them without me, encouraging them and believing they could do it. But during training, a friend of mine, who knew “a-thing-or-two about a-thing-or-two” , medically about the human body, noticed that when I’d attempted to demonstrate parts of the dance for the ladies, it was completely unnoticeable that my toe was broken, except for the fact of the visibly, fashionable medical shoe (there’s a bit of sarcasm there). She encouraged me to get back into the dance, rather than coach. I forbade it! But with a bit more motivation, I was convinced. Therefore, I took off my med shoe just before she urged me to put it back on. She told me to dance with it on! What?! (By the way, I wouldn’t recommend this).
Anyway, to make a long story short, I danced the next day with the rest of the women on Easter Sunday to the song “You’re Beautiful” by Shane & Shane, and it came out

magnificent, with the glory of God permeating the atmosphere. Had not our pastor announced my situation immediately after, no one in the congregation would have had any knowledge of my broken toe! I went to see my orthopedic doctor two weeks later, and he gleefully expressed how straight and well my toe was healing.

My case in point is this: I could have…cont. reading

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