Ever heard the expression: “It’s not easy being me?” I’m going to tweak it a little: “It’s not easy being Brooke’s toes.”
If you’ve been blessed by having the ability to walk, then you probably have had angry toes. Why? Often, they get stepped on, have things dropped onto them, and they get rammed into other objects, just to name a few. The last one makes me think of a post I saw on line recently. It said the purpose of the little toe was to find furniture that didn’t like to move. That’s how I broke the little toe on my left foot. I was hurrying through my living room when it came in contact with my Mamaw Girdle/Myrtle’s old chair. Needless to say, it didn’t move. By the way, it’s not just furniture. Last week, I used my left little toe to remind me that Tim had left some large pieces of ceramic tile out in the garage. While I didn’t break it, I hobbled around for a couple of days.
What about my other nine toes? They all have had their share in my incidents as well, but my big toe on my right foot had a good reason to be angry. It happened when I was thirteen years old. At this time, my parents had separated, so mom and I were the only two at the house that evening. She was watching TV in the living room while I was listening to my records in the den. I’m talking vinyl records on a turntable. Suddenly the power went out and the house was in complete darkness. My gut reaction was to panic and get to my mom as soon as possible. I don’t know why because I was completely safe in my home. As I ran out of the den, I rammed my right foot into the coffee table. While my toe hurt, I didn’t think much about it. My concern was getting to my mom. Not long after I reached her, the power came back on. I looked down to my big toe and gasped. There was a long splinter down into the quick of my toenail. I must’ve got it when my big toe hit the coffee table. My mom shook her head and said: “We’re going to have to get that out. I’ll get my tweezers.”
“Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee, but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.” Psalm 139:12 (KJV)
I let my fear of the dark overwhelm me and that lead to more pain than if I had just remained calm and realized I was still in the hands of The Lord. His love and power transcend all darkness. In fact, it also transcends any light that we see here. So, remain calm and know He is Lord of everything.
You know, I have never had a pedicure because I am so ticklish. Maybe I should at least have my toe nails painted with an angry face on each one. If the shoe fits…
Brooke Cox is an author, speaker, and storyteller. She was a 2016 Selah Awards Finalist for Debut Novel. Her children’s book: “Dinosaur Eggs,” is now available. It is based on Ephesians 6: The Armor of God. Her novel “Until the Moon Rises: A Conniving Cousin Mystery” is also available. Also, she has two books out in her storytelling series: “Saucy Southern Stories.” The Amazon links for her books may be found on her website: brookecoxstories.com. Please feel free to contact her. She would love to hear from you.