The Limp

One year ago my jubilant athlete of a dog underwent double knee surgery. One knee recovered 100%; the other appeared to be 100% recovered, until recently. When she gets too active the leg will start to slow her down.  I was having the Thanksgiving blues this weekend and decided to go for a long run with my faithful friend. She started limping, but kept up with me and had a smile on her face the whole time. It got me to thinking…

The Limp

There are days when I can run the race of life forever,

And then there are days when I run with a limp.

Most days life’s a party with laughs and jokes and great conversations.

But sometimes I hurt and my heart beats with a limp.

I usually crave long walks in flower-filled fields and hikes in the mountains of living;

Yet occasionally I’m slowed with that limp.

I love to teach my students and reach out to others, to be myself, free to dream about tomorrow.

Often my steps are jolted by the hindering limp of reality.

In this life we are designed to run and walk, live, dream, and love.

As long as we’re here we will always be slowed down by a limp.

I’m living with a limp, but I am living.

About wordvessel

Aloha! This blog is a window into the active mind of a wife, mother, woman and individual. I may be busy every moment of every day, but I still have time to think. Many seasons have blossomed and faded within my life, and this blog has endured through all of them. It is safe to say that my writing has matured because of them. I hope that you will be inspired to think in fresh ways as you read my writing. To Jesus be all the glory.
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