On the eve of our 16th Wedding Anniversary, our third child broke his arm. It is our first broken bone in 16 years--not bad.
It's not like our children are not active. In fact, the one that broke his arm had a pretty good wipe out on his bike when he was 5 or 6. When that happened, I thought for sure he broke a leg or something--he had just some cuts and bruises.
This time the accident was nothing so terrifying as seeing him speeding down an asphalt road and skidding out in stones.
No, he was just standing on a basketball and the ball rolled out from under him. When he went down, he landed on his arm.
Our Pastor signed his cast:
I thought it was pretty funny.
Our son has been doing very well. He is not babying himself at all.
He has enjoyed the challenge of using his left hand and becoming Independent again--coming down the steps and letting me know he has dressed himself completely, buttons and all. He still can't tie his shoes yet.
He was practicing, two days after he broke his arm, writing with his left hand. My honey and I went away overnight for our anniversary, and my son gave me this note the next day.
This was the "seal" on the letter.
Notice the Heart has a cast on his right arm.
Yesterday, he was a little sad that he couldn't just go out and ride his bike. I told him that sometimes God gives us trials to grow. We need to focus on what we can do and do it with all our might for the Lord. I told him not to focus on what you can't do, but focus on what God has allowed you to be able to do.
Last night he wanted to paint his bird house.
I was glad he was starting to focus again on what he could do.
I love seeing that he was listening.
I realize this is more than just a broken arm for him. I think he is going to grow in trusting God more and depending on the Lord through this.
I pray he does.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, wither thou goest. Eccl. 9:10