Scenes from the Family Day/Egg Hunt

Pride comes AFTER the fall...

I was laying on the sofa with my sprained ankle on Sunday afternoon, and Luis and the boys had just returned from the Spanish service. I was still in the same clothes from the day before, and unshowered, since I couldn't walk at all. Just then, two of the families from the Spanish church came over. My first reaction was "oh no" due to the condition I was in, but it was just me being overly prideful, wanting my appearance and house to be in perfect shape, and it wasn't. I quickly got over my childish attitude, and we all just sat and chatted for a couple of hours. Luis's Mom brought over a huge pot of pozole for everyone to eat. I have been humbled and blessed by the help that I was given, just in the short time I was unable to walk. My mother-in-law cooked, another family did my dishes, and a third family brought me "get well" flowers. It's sometimes difficult for me to be on the receiving end of blessing, as I would much rather be on the giving end. But I have learned over the last couple of years how to just say "thank you", and accept the various help, whether it be material, emotional, or otherwise. None of us have it all together, and all of us are needy at times. Before everyone left, we prayed together for various needs, and my foot started feeling better right away. The next morning, I woke up and was actually able to walk without my crutches, only limping a slight bit. I know God began to heal my foot that night, and I almost missed a blessing because of my pride. I wonder how many other times the Lord has tried to get our attention, but we were so wrapped up in our selves to even realize He was there. Help us Lord to get out of Your way!

Sometimes I just have to let my boys be boys...

Sorry for all the "noise"...the wind was whipping today!!

"Ace" returns

Growing up, I seemed to be very accident prone, and many times you would find me on the couch, icing and elevating a sprained ankle. Because of my frequent mishaps, one of my brother-in-law's aptly gave me the nickname "Ace", as he hardly ever saw me without an ace bandage strapped around some part of my body. Well, it seemed as though those days were long in the past, until yesterday, when I was walking down our back porch stairs, twisted my ankle, and fell. For the first few minutes, everything hurt. Thankfully Josh and Jonathan were right there, and Josh ran to the garage to get Luis. It's always awful when someone falls, and always so much worse when they are pregnant. Luis came running, and sent Josh across the driveway to get Uncle David. Luis, who was just in the process of working on a small engine, was covered in grease on his hands. He ran inside to wash, so he could better help me get up. Laying on the ground, in severe pain, I suddenly decided I didn't want a bruised ego as well, and I managed to pull myself up onto the stairs before David arrived. Long story short, I had a bad night, with lots of pain and little sleep, and when morning came and I couldn't walk at all, I thought a trip to the hospital was the best thing. Thankfully the ER in the new Hampton hospital (which I must say is quite nice, compared to the old facility), was empty, and I had no wait whatsoever. My nurse was a former co-worker at the health department, and the x-ray tech and MD were great! Turned out only to be a bad sprain, thankfully. I am off my feet for the next couple of days, and tremendously thankful for a husband who knows how to give baths, cook, and do laundry. Josh even heated up pancakes for he and his brother this morning. What a great crew I have! I am hobbling around on crutches, but thankful that everything else seems to be alright. Grateful that the baby seems fine, and hoping to be back to my old self soon!