this is going to sound horrible, but right now i am feeling sorry for myself. oh, i was doing well in the beginning. it was actually kinda cool to get stitches and have some narly looking wounds on my leg. and the story of how it happened was fun to tell - complete with a hero and a courageous moment. but now? i'm not really feeling it. i'm feeling regret, frustration, anger, anxiety, and a handful of other negatives. i'm tried of sitting in my bed all day long, alternating between reading a book, messing around on the internet, and watching movies. it's true that any other day i might enjoy these things, but ever since the beginning of this summer i've been going, going, going and active every day all day long and i kinda liked it. i miss the silly little children and riding every day. cliche but, you don't know what you got till its gone. i haven't yet seen the positive side of having this injury, besides for the fact that i wasn't hurt worse.
one of the things i've been truly blessed with during this time is having friends who care. i can't say enough about a couple of people in particular who blew my mind with their kindness, generosity, and selflessness in helping me out. it feels great to know that there are people out there who would sacrifice their time to help someone out. even someone they've only known for a little over a month. i truly have seen the LORD in these people and am so grateful for that. i don't think anything i could do would be enough to repay them. i can definitely say that i've seen the second commandment being lived out in these people. thank you, jesus.
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