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Little toes make a big difference


Image from Sunday morning blog.

Two weeks ago now I injured my right little toe. In a morning rush, I ran up my stairs and spot on kicked the base of the exercise bike with my right foot.

It was quickly clear by my tears and yelp that I had done some damage to my toes, but not wanting to make a big fuss over "little toes", they were buddy taped and I was on my way.

Over a few day there was growing annoyance with the whole development. I could not run each morning, as is my routine, due to the throbbing in my foot. Each morning I'd put my foot on the floor and hobble about clumsily as my canine jogging buddy looked at me in confusion. She was not happy with the development either! A week and a half in - it was not feeling better so I decided to give my chiropractor a call.

Chiropractor? You see, in the past my chiropractor has been able to work on other joint issues I'd had. I had confidence that he could fill me in on at least how long this healing process was going to take.

On Monday he took one look at my still bruised and swollen foot and ordered an xray. Tuesday the xray came back clear and I was scheduled to come back later in the week for a follow up. I was back to walking by the end of the week and doing the stretches that he's taught me before when I had a running injury. Today was the day for an adjustment.

He worked on the ankle and foot for a little while, tried to adjust the still angry toe a little and sent me on my way - I will return again on Monday.

Amazingly, the ache is subsiding. The swelling is going down and the bruising has faded dramatically since Monday. I'm not quite up to 5k condition again, but I'm thankful for being somewhat free of pain with every other step I take.

Healing is on the way. For that I'm grateful - and for humble little toes that make a big difference indeed!

All this experience with cotton balls, moleskin, and flexible medical tape has me thinking more about the small but important things in life. Little things are the building blocks of our lives. I too often overlook the small things - because I'm so used to them working as they should. I should not take the little things for granted.

As long as I'm still hobbling around a bit, taking notice of the small supportive things in life won't be as hard - but what about after I'm back to running condition again?

1 Corintians 12:15 Now if the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. 16 And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. 17 If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? 18 But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. 19 If they were all one part, where would the body be? 20 As it is, there are many parts, but one body.

21 The eye cannot say to the hand, “I don’t need you!” And the head cannot say to the feet, “I don’t need you!” 22 On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty, 24 while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has put the body together, giving greater honor to the parts that lacked it, 25 so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. 26 If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.


I need my baby toe and my baby toe needs the rest of me. Thank you God for the little, humble, un-thought of things in life - we can't keep upright without them.

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