A Little Lesson Involving a Thumb and a Hammer and a Deep Thinking Daughter

I have always been a bit accident prone (read: clumsy).

It seems to come in waves, though and I am definitely admist one of those waves.

A couple of weeks ago, I fell down a flight of stairs. Now mind you, I have tripped down some stairs before, but I have never fallen down a complete flight of stairs, headfirst and totally at the mercy of God. I ended up with no major breaks or injuries, though bruised up on my right side from head to toe and feeling like I had been in a car wreck.

Yesterday, I decided to take charge and hammer up some nails in the garage. It wasn't long before I mistook my thumb for the nail head and POP, there went my thumb. It spun me into a bad mood on a beautiful day because my thumb was throbbing like crazy. I kept complaining about it to Kami, who was helping me with all the Easter preparations..... (Easter at our house today!)

And she gave me a good something to think about.

Mom, if your thumb hurts that bad, imagine what Jesus must have felt with nails through his wrists.

Oh yeah. Good point.

I quit whining about my thumb and praised God that Jesus "who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." Hebrews 12:2

Happy Easter Everyone!