I just got a text from my daughter. Hubby broke his ankle in training today. A year in Iraq as a medic on the road in convoys every day and not a scratch. Comes back and the second full week back after block leave and pow, steps in a pot hole while running and breaks his ankle. Now for about 30 days in a cast and then weeks of physical therapy.
Oh my! I’ve had a broken ankle, so I know he’s probably not a happy camper right now. However, sometimes the things we see as hindrances are blessings in disguise. May God continue to bless and keep them in His providential care.