Yesterday, a young guy driving next to me crashed his motorcycle and laid it down through an intersection. I watched as pieces flew across the road and he laid under his bike. I immediately stopped on the side of the road (checking for traffic) to run to his side, direct traffic around him, and call for help if needed. As I was about to open my car door to run to him, I realized that I was on crutches and couldn’t walk, let alone run to do any of those things. Instead, I yelled out of my window if he was ok, and he crawled from under his bike and pushed it to the side.
Not being physically able to help or serve others like my heart instinctively wants to, has been one of the hardest things to deal with during my healing process. I wanted to sprint and help the guy laying in the middle of the street, I want to hold doors for people, help others carry their things, help my roommates clean more than I am able to right now, and to be a good hostess making sure everyone is having a great time.
Perhaps not being able to help has been one of the hardest things, but it has also been one of the more challenging and sweeter things. When both legs were still in casts, I met some great people while visiting my cousin Brian in Macedonia, Ohio. It was killing me that I couldn’t get up to entertain and serve them because that is how I show love to people. I felt so restricted! I remember sitting on the couch and specifically asking God to show me new ways how to love my new friends outside of ways I already knew.
What if I remained the same person for the rest of my life as I am today? Or to remain how i once was? Dear Lord, please no! One of my prayers is to be forever learning, growing, transforming, and being renewed in those truths. Even if that means learning a new way to love a friend that I didn’t know how to before.