There I sat on a comfortable lounge-type examining chair, bare feet exposed to yet another doctor specialist in my life, a podiatrist.
This time it was a painful toe which prevented me from walking with ease. “This ‘mallet toe’ needs a small incision to get it straightened to its normal position,” the podiatrist announced. “You’ll have to be off your feet for a while while it heals.”
“I have too much to do to be off my feet!” I thought to myself. To the doctor I said, “I’ll have to take care of other health issues first.” With a little “mole skin” padding stuck to the tip of the paining toe, I was able temporarily to put off for a while what seemed to be the inevitable.
This was more than a pain in the toe to me. It was a “pain-in-the-neck,” just one more thing I had to deal with in order to feel better!
I managed a slightly easier hobble back to the car where I sat and moped, feeling more like Job than a “righteous one” who had been healed by the stripes of Jesus and His promise to us. I needed to be reminded once again: