Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Happy Second Anniversary Dear Fingers

I feel I should write a quick note about my anniversary. I think pretty much everyone who reads my blog knows about the accident I had two years ago. I just wanted to say I am so grateful I have a constant reminder in my life that hands are incredibly useful. I think I can safely say that everyone who has good working hand/stubs/any thing that can pinch an object takes complete advantage of what (s)he has. I hope everyone who owns two perfect and beautifully working hands will take a minute today and give thanks for your hands. One of mine is no longer perfect... but I certainly give thanks nearly everyday (if not everyday) that I still have almost all of it attached to me. Thank you to everyone who prayed for me or helped take care of me during that time in my life! I was taught so much compassion through example from everyone around me. I am so thankful for therapy and modern medicine. I can type around twenty-five to thirty words a minute these days. It may not seem high, but I think it is really great for having three fingers that can't really feel which keys they are hitting on the keyboard. I think I could add my ability to type to my bucket list of miracles that I have seen throughout this experience. I am also so thankful I had Eliza at this time. She will be two tomorrow. She has been such a joy in my life. She may squeal and scream a lot, but she is so darling, sweet, soft, and has very adorable big blue eyes! Two years ago it was so difficult to figure out how to dress her, change her diapers, feed her, and bathe her one-handed--But, she and my boys were great motivation to keep going when I nearly felt like I had nothing left to give. 
There is a saying from the Count of Monte Cristo that goes like this, "God sees you out of the corner of his eye". Sometimes I feel like my trials are not important, or I bear them quietly. I am so thankful to know that no matter how many problems other people in this great big world have, God is still mindful of me and my problems. He is always there to pick me up when I am down. To catch me when I fall short. To carry me when I am too exhausted to move on myself. To listen when no one else is there. . . I could go on, but this was supposed to be a short post.
May everyone give a little extra thanks for your hands today!