A Hard Stop

There are those times when, even though your body, soul, spirit are telling you it's time for a day of rest, you unwisely ignore them and continue down your To-Do list. After all, if we can just cross off a few more things, then there will be time to rest. Right? How many laps around the Sinai Peninsula did the Children of Israel have to make before they learned the lessons He had for them? :)


When my children ignore an important lesson I am trying to teach them, I become more insistent. Even if it requires "getting their attention" in a rather extreme way, they need to learn those lessons, right?


Yesterday, Rebekah was sick so our schooling list for the day was shortened. I used the unexpected window to work on The Tabernacle Experience that comes to our church campus later this month by delivering information packets and posters to churches here in town. When I arrived home, I was requested to read to the kids. Sounded great to me, so we all got situated and comfortable in the family room to start in on the last in the series of autobiographical books by Ralph Moody.


I was a little over a chapter into it when Rebekah, who always wants to snuggle up beside me on the couch for read-aloud time, got up to get something. I had my bare feet propped up on the coffee table. When she came back to sit down, somehow her leg caught my little toe and snapped it sideways. I heard it crack. (It still kind of makes my stomach turn to think about it.) Isn't your little toe supposed to be PARALLEL to the other toes?!! EEEKKKKK! It's NOT!


Ice, ibuprofen, immobilization and LaMaze breathing are helping. And I have the sweetest staff of nurses all hovering about wanting to know if there is anything I need?


More ibuprofen?
A glass of iced tea?
Something to eat?
More ice for the ice bag?
Does my Kindle need to be recharged?


They are so sweet! 


Poor Rebekah! She feels so very badly. I keep explaining to her that it was simply an accident. I could have done it to myself as easily (and have before).


We were supposed to leave town tomorrow, heading to Bandera. Kregg was going to set up a watering system to try to give our giant live oaks a drink during this long, hot drought. The plan was for Rebekah and I to stay there and move hoses around for three days, while he and the other kids drove back to Sonora to move all the hunting blinds and feeders in preparation for a new season. 


There is NO way I can tromp all over those almost seven acres of the Texas Hill Country dragging hoses up and down hills, over and around rocks, down in draws. 


So for now, I have to stop. The Lord knows what I need. He will make a way for all the preparation for The Tabernacle Experience to be completed in time. 


One of my "nurses" just came to check on me. He is now pouring me a glass of tea. How precious! 


So for the next few days, it's looking pretty quiet and peaceful around the Antbed. I should have "listened" without extreme measures being required. :)