Hello, and a happy, fresh, sun-shiney new spring week to you!
Thank you all so much for your advice and well wishes. It was a tough row to hoe, but I’m finally coming to the other side of my poison ivy incident. It was ugly there for a while…. hands so swollen that I couldn’t make a fist, painful, angry blisters and a mama who sometimes just could NOT bear up, but instead withered into a pitiful puddle of tears and moaning.
The good news? I learned how grateful I really should be, every single day, for the use of two strong hands. I had a lot of time to sit and think about all the wonderful things my hands have done for me… babies held in the wee hours, letters penned, bread kneaded and flowers planted, tears wiped away and seams sewn. My life happens in the work of my hands.
I’m sure there will come a time, probably all too soon, when I forget to be mindful of the enormous blessing of healthy hands, but for today I am so very grateful for this everyday miracle… for the ability to touch and to work and to hold on tight.
My gallant young knights are awfully grateful for mama’s hands now too. They made such a valiant effort at coming to my rescue. They did dishes. They cooked. They folded clothes. They swept. They checked their school work against teacher’s guides. They hugged and they helped with all their might. They did me proud.
On Easter Sunday my eldest prayed, “Thank you, Lord, for giving mama’s hands back to her. We sure needed them.”
Well, amen to that!
I hope that your Easter was full of reasons to be grateful and miracles, both big and small, to celebrate.