Breakthrough- a christian short story

The next day, Monday

     I wake up to my mom yelling from downstairs, "Mackenzie! You are going to be late for school!" I panic and before I can think about my ACL I hop out of bed and crumple to the ground and scream. Mom comes running upstairs to my room. She helps me up to my bed and hands me my crutches.

     "Oh, honey," mom says, "I'll get you your pain meds and call the principal to tell her you'll be late to your classes." My heart sunk. I'm no longer normal. I have to be helped with everything. And I have to walk late into class because of how slow I am. Embarrassing.

     The day went on. Everything I did proved a challenge. Getting into the car, walking down the halls with people pushing me forward, balancing my books, sitting at the table at lunch.

      Around 7th period, my best friend Rose, finds me and with fake anger says, "why haven't you been answering my texts?! You didn't even tell me you were injured! I had to hear from your mom." I sigh and tell her the truth, that I wasn't feeling up to it and I was in too much emotional pain.

       The days went on and on in a long, boring, blur of the same, plain, every day. School, Church, physical therapy, and empty days that soccer used to occupy.

     One day at Church, when I was really struggling with self-pity, something the Pastor said caught my attention. "A pity party is a party pit, and your #1 guest is the devil. You are inviting him to come and make you feel bad about everything wrong in your life. 'I can't believe you got fired from your job. Disappointment. You got an 'F' on your test. Failure. You got an injury. Useless.' You have a choice to change this. God can and will make you see how special you are and how much you are worth to Him. Self pity is a trap of selfishness. The Bible says selfishness is a sin and if we call ourselves Christians, we have to try to be as much like Christ as possible. Sinless." This hit me like a train. I don't want to be like this. I want to be as much like Jesus as possible but why does it have to be so hard? Since I no longer have soccer to occupy my time, I might as well start focusing on something else. Something like getting out of my self-pity.