Day 159; Footnotes of Ouch; And You Call That Dancing?

Well that hurt.


This morning moments before my son left for work I asked if he would back my Jeep out of the carport and past his vehicles. There was room to get by his car and camper, but backing is not, nor has it ever been one of my favorite activities. Without any arguments he took the key and went to move the car. It should be noted that I was still in my pajamas and barefoot. As I was handing my son the key to my jeep, sixty pounds of Molly stomped down directly onto my foot. Other than an “Ow, Molly!” I ignored the pain and waited for my son to return my key. (Okay, I swiped at her, but that was to keep her from doing it again.)

It was just as he walked up that I noticed the pool of blood. Was that from me, or Molly? It was me. Sixty pounds of Molly, just nearly removed my big toenail. It was torn loose and bleeding, heavily by the looks of that pool. Limping back into the house I cleaned up my foot and tried to figure out what I was going to do. I had to get ready for day two of Vacation Bible School.

After carefully bandaging my toe, I managed to get ready and after getting the dogs inside, headed for the church. This, was going to be interesting. What amazed me, after walking up and down stairs, after hiking the hallways, after dancing to the new songs, my foot wasn’t hurting. I could feel the pressure, but no pain. After the day was finished and all the kids had been collected by family, it began to hurt. By the time I got home I was more than ready to remove my shoes and socks. It hadn’t bled as much as I feared, which I’m glad because I was wearing new shoes.

 I’ve tried to stay off of my feet, not really wanting to accidentally cause that nail to come off painfully and it would be painfully. I’m hoping that it will come the rest of the way off quickly but the way things usually go for me, I doubt that. If I had medical insurance I’d just go to the doctor and say, ‘help me’, but since I don’t, I just have to wait on nature to take its course. It isn’t the first time I’ve lost a nail.


The good side of today was Vacation Bible School.

I had no idea that I would be having as much fun as those kids. I may not be playing the games or creating the crafts, but I’m helping the teacher and just enjoying myself royally. Being in a class of kindergartners, its close the door and hang on tight because its going to be an interesting ride. They are so intelligent and will ask fortyleven questions. Then when you trigger a memory, they will share…everything. As we move from activity to activity, its at times a struggle to get everyone headed in the right direction at the same time as some simply haven’t finished telling a story yet and they want to finish.  One of the teachers laughed at me when I compared getting everyone going at the same time in the same direction  to herding kittens.


 Have I mentioned that I’m even participating in the dancing to the new songs we’re learning? Okay yes, maybe it is mainly for the kids, but hey, the big kid in me is having a blast and wants to dance with them. And I am. Not all that well, but the big kid here hasn’t danced since I was twenty. A LOT of water has gone under that bridge.


Speaking of kittens. I discovered that the kittens that were in my ceiling area, then under my back porch, are currently in my carport behind a really old television. As long as they stay back there, in that corner, they should be safe. But, we are talking about kittens. I saw two, but I couldn’t tell if there were any more and they seem to be young. I’m guessing mom kitty will move them again before its over with, I just hope not back in the ceiling. I really need to get my son to help me block that opening.


Even with the way the day started, it has been a good day. I was told a long time ago, and I see this play out often, when you are doing right, when your actions bring glory to God, the devil will pull out all stops to make life hard. To cause problems, to make it difficult, to make you want to quit. When I saw that small pool of blood and realized what had happened, I could have sent a message and said I wasn’t coming. Instead I bandaged it carefully and went. I’m so glad, spending time with kids, reminds you how it feels to be young again. To hear them say they are having fun, to hear their laughter and singing, to watch them learn a new dance, fills your heart to overflowing with love and joy. To hear how quickly they pick things up and remember and understand, is amazing. And if the kids laugh at my attempts at dancing, that’s fine too.

A squirrel, because no one wants to see my toe.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to Day 159; Footnotes of Ouch; And You Call That Dancing?

  1. Your VBS really sounds fun. It tool me to my childhood memories of VBS in our church too. ❤️
    Take care. Hope your foot is well now. Blessings.

    • We are having so much fun. It is a joy working with these kids and with the many volunteers. Thank you for your kindness over my foot..that is going to be yet one more adventure to be had.

  2. Sharon Harrison Martin says:

    I love reading your blogs. I really enjoyed this one with VBS. As a former teachers helper I do miss the kids and vbs. What joy it is to be around the little ones and see through their eyes. Keep dancing, and enjoy this precious gift of these little ones. Praying your toe gets better quickly! Blessings to you and your son.

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