Ching Chong Cha!!

Getting up at night to go to the loo or kitchen for a glass of water has somehow become an expected thing for me at my age.

I’m usually a very light sleeper. But then I get days that I will open my eyes and forget my own name.

Waking out of a deep slumber with a thirst that needs the Nile River to quench and at the same time a bladder the size of Antarctica, I let go of a little whimper while I contemplate if I can hold it until the alarm goes off. With dazed eyes I try focus on the time on my cell, its 1h37am. I’m never going to make it until 5h00am. I can already feel my eyes floating like a buoy in rough sees.

Hold on to your seats ladies its about to get real.

Sighing I get up. Thinking what will work best. Getting a drink of water or visit the loo first. Doing a quick body check I think I can get water first.

Four steps past the loo and two steps to the kitchen I realize my error in judgement. I’m already thinking how much I hate gravity playing tug of war with my bladder. But I’m so close to that glass of water that maybe, if I chant to myself little motivations like the one used for the little engine that could, I might just make it. I can shift the focus as a form of coping mechanism.

Now I can more or less see where I’m going without the lights in my apartment and I have kind of an unobstructed walk to the kitchen. Briskly walking with a foggy head still trying to wake up. I rush to get that glass of water that I will gulp down on my way to the loo…

As I grab a glass I start singing.. more out of desperation than feeling any kind of joy. The hips automatically going with the rhythm of trying to get this glass full. Cant this tap go any quicker!! The sound of water alone is torture!

As I turn to make a quick move out of there to run walk to the bathroom, it hits me!

Searing pain on my left foot. I gasp and swallow at the same time spluttering water all over me and the floor. Million thoughts rush through my head. Pain. Loo. And Why is the coffee table all of sudden 3 cm in my pathway?

My little toe, connected the hardest piece of wood I have ever felt. I can feel, I don’t have to see to know this, how my little baby piggy got crushed into million little bone fragments. (ok exaggeration I know but c’mon! You know the feeling!)

Through clenched teeth I mutter Ching Chong Cha!!! Blue bells and Cockle shells. 5 little piggy’s goes to the market… the baby just died! #tears!

Knowing I cant stop now I have to jump through the pain as I still have the little problem called my bladder to sort out. Fully awake and all senses alert I make my way to the loo. Careful not to provoke another table leg to jump in front of my little toe.

Partly hopping and dragging my injured member behind me I rush to the loo making it just in time. Thanking the Lord for the one time my daughter actually didn’t listen to me and left the seat up.

Oh the relief is brief as I bend down to inspect my now already swollen and red little baby toe. Rubbing it and thinking I want my mommy to kiss it better. LOL

Finishing my lady duties I make my way slowly to the bed. Lifting my little throbbing toe softly on to the mattress. Sighing I close my eyes. Silently praying, Lord why did you have to put nerves in our little toes?

Drifting off to sleep back to my dreamland of Mauritius and its white sandy beaches, with the hopes that tomorrow I might not need to dust the crutches off.

Such a funny story.

I think we can all relate at some point. The following morning, whilst walking with my little toe in the air, I had a thought about my escapades. The better decision would have been to go to the loo first, because I would not have had the urgency to rush in the end. If I didn’t rush, I would have had all eyes on the path I was going.

Sometimes life bombards us with so many things and we are left feeling in a whirlwind struggling to find our feet.  Whether we juggle normal every day life choices like what’s for dinner? Or the major difficult life changing decisions, the Word is clear on how to approach it. Commit to the Lord whatever you do and He will establish your plans. Proverbs 16 vs 3.

Do we trust Him in the little decisions as well as the big ones. I know we are so used to taking everything  in our stride. Its natural to take things for granted like the route to a new destination or what shoes goes with which outfit. But imagine the power we have when we enter rest and leave the decision making to God? Even the ones like what’s for dinner Lord?