Talk about getting you marriage off on the wrong foot! My hubby broke his baby toe on our wedding day!
He and his best man were awaiting the 'big moment' in Roger's condo apartment. Roger was lifting a heavy dumbbell to work off some stress.
"Put that dumbbell down, you dumbbell, and get into the bathroom and have your shower," Art, his former classmate and best friend ordered. Art is CEO of a large engineering firm, and when he gives orders, you listen!
Roger went into the bathroom, but took the dumbbell with him. Well...can you see it coming??....he tripped over it when he was getting out of the shower.
He never said 'boo' to me about it until the wedding was over, and we were undressing for bed. Then, he showed me the foot. It looked really bad...swollen and black and blue, even part way up the side of the foot. I was very disappointed, because we'd planned some heavy-duty hiking in the mountains for our honeymoon. He asked me to pray for the foot to be healed, and I did.
The next morning, I could hear him moaning and groaning as he tried to get into the tub. The foot was so painful that he couldn't bear to leave it in the hot water for long, so he propped it up on the edge of the tub for most of the time he was in the bath. I prayed for the foot yet again, while he was in the tub.
We got dressed, took a limo to the airport, and flew to Calgary, then rented a car and drove to Banff. It was after dark when we checked into our room, and we were so exhausted, we just flopped into bed.
The next morning, he was wandering around in his stocking feet, eating a bowl of cereal and sipping his coffee.
"How's your foot?" I asked.
"I'm afraid to look," he said.
I finally persuaded him to peel off his sock. I stared at the foot in amazement. It was totally normal. All the bruising had vanished overnight!
We hiked all the way up to the restaurant at the top of Sulfur Mountain that day, and he never had a moment's discomfort!
Thank you, Jesus!