Gifts that make my life worth living,
gifts that make my moments holy.
Not gifts that I wish for,
but gifts that I have received.
Gifts that bring me back
into Joy and Gratitude.
ancient apple trees like gnarled hands thrusting up from the snow
an announcement from Hutch5 that made me bounce with excitement and cry with joy
two days at home alone
a nice clean kitchen with even the refrigerator coils vacuumed
a new baby named Elizabeth Taylor
playing volleyball and discovering that I still can!
a guy who serves the volleyball backward
a tree that leans on its neighbor in the still white air
20 or 30 deer peacefully grazing in a field
sunset rays across a snowy field, making melon-colored highlights and lavender shadows
a Biblical dinner, sitting on the floor at a triclinium table
reliving the way Jesus and his disciples would have experienced it
learning the customs and practices of the day
that add so much more dimension and understanding to the Bible
All these things were lovely gifts this week, but we had another gift. A gift we certainly didn’t ask for, and one that we really didn’t want–the gift of pain.
We went ice skating again yesterday, and this time it didn’t go so well. No, it wasn’t me that fell and hurt myself this time. It was my beloved husband. He somehow landed on his face though he really doesn’t know exactly what happened. When he walked up to me with blood streaming down his face, I thought he’d surely been sliced open by a skate blade, but it was mostly from a nosebleed. Evidently he hit his chin hard enough to snap the two front teeth off and also smashed his nose. Makes me cringe every time I think about it. His chin has been bothering him a lot–it’s raw and very bruised, but of course the worst thing is to have two broken teeth right smack-dab in front.
We saw a dentist this morning, who glued the pieces of the teeth back on (our son, thankfully, had the presence of mind to pick them up off the ice.) It’s only a temporary fix, which he will have to be very careful with, and which will hopefully last for a month or two. The dentist would like to hold off crowning them until we see whether or not the nerves have died in either tooth. If so, he will need a root canal. um, yeah…possibly two root canals. And then two crowns. Ugh.
I’m still kicking myself for not taking a picture–I kind of think we needed to record for posterity how very ugly indeed it was –but he was so miserable I didn’t have the heart to do it last night…and this morning I forgot. Ah, well, I am very grateful that it wasn’t any worse. Though it is a nasty thing, he’s not in too much pain anymore, and at least he is not disabled. There are so many worse things that could happen. We have to remember that…
God IS good.