Date #.... ummmmm 6 I think.
God is extrodinary and wonderful, beyond imagination. Even amongst tragedy, God takes care of us and directs our steps. I was recently reading in Mark about the man on the Sabbath day that Jesus asked to stretch forth his hand. I have no doubt that I read that story to help grow a mustard seed of faith that was needed in my life at that point in time. Don't get me wrong, I definitely have faith and trust the living God, but some how his word always helps that faith grow and mature.
God's grace and direction this last week that I was AWARE of started on Thursday of last week, when I decided I would love to go up north the following week, but with gas prices I decided to desist in that plan. Apparently God had other plans. Upon returning home I grabbed my mail and headed upstairs. I looked at the mail and saw one from the clinic and thought, finally my old bill is here, I was wondering about that. I then proceeded to grumble some about bills and expenses lately, and I opened the envelope. Now this was not your typical enclosure from Fairview. Behold, sitting in the envelope was a 133 dollar check from the clinic with no explanation except a stamp reading clinic refund and no number to call, so I cashed it. Thank you..... how nice! Of course, it was probably from a time when I was over charged, but I am still happy for the unexpected income. Next, I looked at the weather and decided I wasn't going to go up north anyways because the weather was forcasted to be bad. Then my Dad got in an accident and was placed in the Intensive care Unit, and it was stated that he would possibly lose his thumb. Apparently my Dad and my Brother were digging a sewage line and filling in the trench. My Dad walked out of the trench and my Brother left for another load of fill. My Dad then noticed a rock sitting on some pipes and decided to move it, slipping back in the trench, as my Brother swung the Bobcat around and a huge boulder came off the bucket smashing my Dad's hand against the other rock. Now I hadn't heard the whole story and had no idea how bad it was, only that my Dad might lose his thumb and one doctor wanted to amputate it, while the other wanted to give it a shot but did not have high hopes. So they took my Dad into surgery for six hours, and after the surgery they stated that they had connected one nerve, one blood vessel, and put in a metal pin as the bones were crushed. They also stated that he still had a 50% chance of losing the thumb. Well I didn't know how severe the wound was so I told work off (he was also to possibly have another surgery), took a sick day and cruised to Duluth. By the time I got there my Dad was in a regular hospital room looking as lovely as ever with a cast around one hand, thumb intact. The thumb had a needle or metal rod in it, but my Dad grumbled of pain in the thumb so the nerve and blood vessel they reconnected took. I felt bad about taking work of because I didn't realize he had only hurt his hand (I thought the rock had hit more then his hand). It was a 50/50 chance, but with prayers to one how cares mightily for his children..... there was no 50/50, only a 100 percent that the thumb would take. I must say I prayed hard and I had believed God's healing power. God still performs miracles today. The first prognosis for my Dad had been much worse then 50%.
So now I am up north, and Lori's son called and I asked him if he wanted to hang out. So it is the movies on Tuesday and shooting stuff on Wednesday! Toys yeah!!! Heeeheeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......................
God's grace and direction this last week that I was AWARE of started on Thursday of last week, when I decided I would love to go up north the following week, but with gas prices I decided to desist in that plan. Apparently God had other plans. Upon returning home I grabbed my mail and headed upstairs. I looked at the mail and saw one from the clinic and thought, finally my old bill is here, I was wondering about that. I then proceeded to grumble some about bills and expenses lately, and I opened the envelope. Now this was not your typical enclosure from Fairview. Behold, sitting in the envelope was a 133 dollar check from the clinic with no explanation except a stamp reading clinic refund and no number to call, so I cashed it. Thank you..... how nice! Of course, it was probably from a time when I was over charged, but I am still happy for the unexpected income. Next, I looked at the weather and decided I wasn't going to go up north anyways because the weather was forcasted to be bad. Then my Dad got in an accident and was placed in the Intensive care Unit, and it was stated that he would possibly lose his thumb. Apparently my Dad and my Brother were digging a sewage line and filling in the trench. My Dad walked out of the trench and my Brother left for another load of fill. My Dad then noticed a rock sitting on some pipes and decided to move it, slipping back in the trench, as my Brother swung the Bobcat around and a huge boulder came off the bucket smashing my Dad's hand against the other rock. Now I hadn't heard the whole story and had no idea how bad it was, only that my Dad might lose his thumb and one doctor wanted to amputate it, while the other wanted to give it a shot but did not have high hopes. So they took my Dad into surgery for six hours, and after the surgery they stated that they had connected one nerve, one blood vessel, and put in a metal pin as the bones were crushed. They also stated that he still had a 50% chance of losing the thumb. Well I didn't know how severe the wound was so I told work off (he was also to possibly have another surgery), took a sick day and cruised to Duluth. By the time I got there my Dad was in a regular hospital room looking as lovely as ever with a cast around one hand, thumb intact. The thumb had a needle or metal rod in it, but my Dad grumbled of pain in the thumb so the nerve and blood vessel they reconnected took. I felt bad about taking work of because I didn't realize he had only hurt his hand (I thought the rock had hit more then his hand). It was a 50/50 chance, but with prayers to one how cares mightily for his children..... there was no 50/50, only a 100 percent that the thumb would take. I must say I prayed hard and I had believed God's healing power. God still performs miracles today. The first prognosis for my Dad had been much worse then 50%.
So now I am up north, and Lori's son called and I asked him if he wanted to hang out. So it is the movies on Tuesday and shooting stuff on Wednesday! Toys yeah!!! Heeeheeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......................
posted by Nell, your friendly Red Wing Corrections Officer @ 6:04 AM
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