Please and thank you
Wednesday December 09th 2015, 11:02 pm
Filed under: Family,Life

Cotton and polyester glide right on by. Add spandex in, though, and the fabric is as grabby as a tired hungry toddler.

Which is how when I got up from the couch my skirt wrapped around one leg and did the rubber-band catch-and-sproing thing and pulled me right over. My head didn’t hit the floor, just my wrist, but it got a good jolt and it sure let me know it.

Dinner? Man, food just did not sound good. I told him he needed to eat and he said *you* need to eat.

Treading very. very. carefully right now. The amazing thing was saying the prayer on the food, somehow turning our attention to G_d for a moment and away from all that and as we got to the amen I felt like, okay, I can handle this now. We’re in His hands. It’s okay.

Who knew a simple thank you for our food and please bless it could be so powerful. But that’s how it felt.

(Edited to add in the morning, after the first three comments came in: I had just finished reading something when I got up. So I guess the moral of the story is, she who lifts by the close, dives by the clothes. And thank you, everybody. Still breathing.)

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Oh no! Not again?!?! I’ll be praying for your safety.

Comment by Jody 12.10.15 @ 3:20 am

Yikes! And double drats! I do so hope your wrist is feeling no pain today, having totally healed with an overnight rest. But keep up the careful moving, will ya? Your optimism, insights, and stories are a daily delight.

Comment by DebbieR 12.10.15 @ 6:45 am


Comment by Sherry in Idaho 12.10.15 @ 9:54 am

I channel Don again: “You take care of yourself, young lady!”

Comment by LynnM 12.10.15 @ 11:33 am

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