He Cares for Us
This past Sunday we had a little scare. The day started out like any other Sunday, cutting, splitting, and stacking wood for the winter. In the afternoon, our friend from church, Barry, brought over his wood splitter. All morning long was spent cutting the wood, getting it ready for the splitter. Barry started splitting the wood first while Vernon was handing him the wood. Soon we realized that it would make better sense for Vernon to continue cutting the logs, while I (Debbie) assisted Barry on the splitter. Soñée continued stacking. Soon I noticed Soñée getting tired, so I switched with her. After a while I noticed Barry switching with Soñée. She was now in control of the splitter while Barry assisted her.
Things were going well and we were all in a rhythm. Every now and then I (Soñée) looked back at the road to see if my husband James would be pulling in the driveway so he could help with the wood. He was out studying for an exam. Daddy had finished cutting the logs and began to help me with the splitter, while Barry helped Mommy stack.
My mind started to wonder. You know how it is moms. Your mind goes to all the things you have to do. I started thinking, I have to do laundry, I have to cook dinner, I have to check on the kids… Just as I was thinking about what other thing I had to do, I felt a sort of pinch, like someone had stepped on my finger. I quickly pulled back on the lever of the splitter to release my finger. I thought it was just a bit bruised and I shook it off and threw the wood on the pile and began to set up splitting the next log. I was thinking ‘man that hurt’ when I noticed blood seeping through my glove. Just then James came up to start helping and I turned to him and said “I think I hurt myself.” So mom went with me to the bathroom.
At this point there still was not much pain. But I thought maybe the tip of my finger was potentially severed. So I pulled the glove off slowly over the sink. My finger was still intact, sort of, but I definitely saw bone. Now for those who don’t know I’m a medical professional, so this was not shocking to me, nor heartbreaking, quite the opposite. I was immediately fascinated by the whole thing. On the other hand my mother was trying to keep herself composed.
Mom ran out to tell the guys that it was not good and I needed to get to the hospital right away. While she ran out I splinted my finger and covered my wound and made my way downstairs to grab some shoes and let the kids know mommy had to go the hospital to get her finger fixed up, but not to worry and I’d be back soon.
On our way down the road James said he had some ibuprofen in the car and asked if I needed to take some. I said yes but I needed water and at least a slice of bread to take it. So we stopped at the little corner gas station at the bottom of our mountain to gas up and get what I needed. The folks that work there love James and are always giving him free stuff so the girl working immediately gave him what I needed and we were on our way to the ER about 15 min away. James is a jokester so he had me laughing the whole way there even though at times I wanted to cry.
The staff at the Livingston Regional Hospital ER were great. I only waited maybe 8 minutes to see the nurses and another 5 minutes to be seen by the doctor. We had some fun conversation with the nurses and doctor and were in and out in about an hour. I got a copy of my x-rays and of course plenty of pictures of the whole process.
The doctor at the ER wasn’t certain if I would need surgery, but I’m certain because of the prayers of my church family and Facebook family and friends that the orthopedic surgeon I saw yesterday said surgery won’t be necessary.
We serve a God who answers prayers. We serve a God who takes care of His children. We serve a God who cares about our fingers and toes. We serve a God who is always by our side. “And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us: And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him.” 1 John 5:14,15.
