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Tree trunks, that is……

What is the measure of a thumb?  I never realized how important a thumb really is, even the one on my left hand.  Let me tell you it is mighty important.  It is much more than an appendage a few inches long.  If your thumb doesn’ t work the rest of the hand is basically useless too.  I am finding as the days move forward that I am having a harder time with this than I first anticipated.  Maybe as healing occurs  things will improve. I hope so! I am really one handed still.  I am still fighting the swelling.  Swelling in a cast is painful!  I spend much more time than I would like with my hand elevated.

I cannot carry anything in that hand.  I can barely hold anything.  Even though my four fingers are free, they are basically useless too.  What little they can do the cast often gets in the way.  They do help with typing a little when the cast doesn’t nail the space bar over and over again.  Aside from t hat, when putting much pressure on those fingers, the rest of my hand pulls and as we all know, the thumb is connected to the hand.  Pain shoots through straight to my thumb.  I cannot open jars, cans, baby bottles, sippy cup lids, or medicine bottles unless it can be popped off. I am finding it nearly impossible to multi-task in the kitchen.  I can only hold the little one in my good hand because letting her sit on my casted hand HURTS!

And sadly, for vanity’s sake…..  I am learning to wash my hair one handed but have yet to find someone who can place it decently into a pony tail for me.  Getting dressed is even an ordeal.  I do not wear many short sleeved shirts during the Alaskan winter.  My small wardrobe has become even smaller.  What can I fit over this cast?

Ok, I really am not whining here.  I am so very thankful it is not any worse than it is.  The Lord spared me from having to endure surgery.  I am simply trying to point out some of the struggles that have taken me a bit by surprise.  I feel as if I am not fulfilling my duties around here.  I am just not physically capable of doing some of these things and to be completely honest, it is driving me crazy!

SO what is the measure of a thumb?  To me the value of that little seemingly insignificant thumb really has become immeasurable.  Once again I am amazed at how something so small can make such a large impact.

I am now sporting a new hot pink cast for the foreseeable future while the ligament damage in my hand heals.  I am really bummed.  I would love to go back to sledding!  It was loads of fun and the scenery around our house just cannot be beat.  Since I shared the ugly photos of my damaged hand I thought I would share some photos of a few of us having some fun too!

Back from the orthopedic office.  Still to swollen and sore for a ligament check. Going back next week.  In a new splint. Do you want to see?????? Here are some photos of my colorful hand.  These are not the best photos but it gives you an idea anyway.

When error comes into the church we face a set of obligations. First, we must confront the error. The world has embraced a live-and-let-live relativism that will accept any foolishness, but will not accept the wisdom of calling foolishness by its name. Too often the church follows suit. We want to get along, and so pet the wolves in our midst rather than drive them away. Our calling, as faithful soldiers of the kingdom, is to combat error in whatever form it takes. Second, we must not err when confronting the error. If we would have sound and accurate thinking in the church, we must be sound and accurate in what we denounce. We are not serving well the kingdom of God when we fight carnally, using gossip, innuendo, and aiming our fire at our allies. Consider the almost civil war during the time of Joshua. Those tribes on the eastern side of the Jordan, you’ll remember, built an altar. Their brothers prepared to make war against those who would establish false worship within the land. These brothers came to understand, thankfully, that the altar wasn’t built for false worship, but as a reminder of the covenantal union those on the east had with the rest of Israel. Far from an occasion for division, the altar was a monument to unity. Zeal without knowledge, in this instance, could have led to unnecessary division and senseless slaughter. (See Joshua 22 for the full story.)

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Sledding was great fun!  Smiles and laughter all around….until Mom wiped out.  Rest over night.  ER the next morning.  Left arm in a splint.  Thank you, Lord, it isn’t the right hand!  No broken bones but I am now waiting to see the orthopedic doctor.  It might be damaged ligaments.  I basically have one hand now until who knows when.  So needless to say….my online life will drastically slow down for a while.  The sledding run was a blast until the crash!  ho hum……. that is the update for now.