I must confess that I’m not always aware of everything that is before me. I admit I miss a lot of things. I don’t do this intentionally.
The other day when I got up, I think my eyes were open, but I’m not sure. I stumbled out into the kitchen to get my morning coffee. On the way there, I heard a scream like a Comanche on the warpath and found myself dancing, and I don’t dance. After a few seconds, I felt pain coming from several of my toes up to the top of my head.
I had no idea what happened. I looked down and saw blood squirting out. I saw several toenails splintered, and two of my toes were black and blue.
Before I could end my screaming and dancing, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came into the room and asked, “What in the world did you do?”
Of course, when anything happens in our house, it’s always my fault. But I wasn’t in the mood at that time to debate whose fault it was. I didn’t care whose fault it was; it was the pain in my toes that captured all of my attention.
I couldn’t answer her. I simply pointed down to my toes and let out another scream.
Somehow in walking down the hallway, I smashed my toes into something that resisted them completely. To this day, I don’t know what in the world my toes ran into. They’ve never revealed that secret to me.
Fortunately, the Gracious Nurse of the Parsonage was able to take care of my situation. If I can break it, she can fix it.
Up to this point, I never paid any attention to my toes. Since that morning, every time I walk my toes remind me of the incident. I try not to limp because I’m not going to give those toes any credit. I’m going to walk despite their aggravation.
I’ve had some time to think about that little incident, and I began wondering how many other things in my life have I been oblivious to? What am I not paying attention to?
I have the opinion that when something bad happens, use it as a lesson. What is the lesson here?
The lesson is to pay attention to everything around you. That is quite a chore for me, and I’m working on it but I’m not quite there yet.
I almost got in a traffic scrape the other day. Now when I’m out driving, I’m always looking to see if the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is driving by waving at me.
During this whole time, I gave some serious thought about why I have to have 10 toes. What is the purpose of all those toes?
I’ve been given a lot of thought to this, and in my devotions the other morning, this verse of Scripture was present. “Let thine eyes look right on, and let thine eyelids look straight before thee” (Proverbs 4:25).
I’m not sure why I have 10 toes, but after this experience, I will give them some attention. But I’m going to give even more attention to my eyes.