The Broken Wrist

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A couple of weeks ago, I was finishing up my vacation, when my friends and I decided to go to the river for one last hooray! While we were there, walking on the boulders, I slipped on a mossy rock and fell. My knee twisted under me and my right wrist broke my fall…literally! And it was off to the ER we went. I've broken toes. I've broken a finger. But with those, I just taped them up and went on. This was different. For the first time, I'm experiencing life without the use of my right hand. It's frustrating!

 I love being a mom. I love doing stuff for my kids. My older two are adults now, and my youngest is 17. And now, they are having to help me. Talk about being humbled! However, it's been nice to see them step up and help, without complaint. Teasing, yes! Complaining? No!

 During this time, I've had to slow down. I've had to trust others to help me. And I've had a lot of time to think. Seriously! What else am I going to do? There's been a lot of movies. Lots of social media. And after a few days of mindless activity, I picked up some books I've started but never finished. See, I'm an avid reader. I love it. Reading relaxes me. But I've been so busy the last few months, that I've only finished one book.

 It's not just books I've started reading again, I've also started reading, really reading, my Bible. Now, don't get me wrong! I read my Bible every day. I pray all day long. My relationship with my Heavenly Father is the most important relationship I have. But I've found a new appreciation for the amazing stories in the Bible. Real people with real problems who trusted a real God. Men and women who cried out to God in their time of need. Humans who desired to go deeper. Families who loved and families who fell apart. Perhaps it's my own hurt and inadequacies for these few weeks that have given me a different viewpoint at the brokenness around.

 There's something else I've found. God delights in restoring the brokenness. A Prodigal Son returns home. Paul, left for dead, lives. Hannah cried for a son and was given children. Not everything was instantaneous. But God delights in granting desires. Not like a genie in a bottle, but as a parent desires to give their children the best life possible.

 Mom's, life is just hard sometimes. We seem to take one step forward, then something causes us to back up and go another direction. Our journeys aren't always easy! But when I look back over my life, I realize that in the storms, Jesus was always in the boat with me. We'll get to the other side, and we will make it. So, don't give up. Look to your Savior, whose riding in the storm with you.

 And when your Little's are driving you to the brink of chaos, just stay steady with them. Someday, they'll have an opportunity to pay it back. And they'll do it without complaint! Teasing? Maybe. But not complaining!

Gwendolyn Irene