This morning started out to be nearly as eventful as yesterday. Much quieter, but eventful none the less. Last night as we were trying to see what we could salvage from the storm damage, my sweet hubby had a little accident. To make a long story short, a piece of steel fencing (kind of like chicken wire, but little squares) fell from its hanging place in the garage and punctured his left hand in 8 or 9 places. The metal that did the puncturing is not small and pointy like a needle, but fairly big around with blunt tips. While he could not be convinced to go to an ER last night, the pain and swelling through the night and this morning convinced him that we needed to make a trip to a Prompt Care facility. His hand is very swollen and it hurts alot to bend his fingers. He of course, got a tetanus shot and was sent on his not-so-merry way. He could not hold the pen to write which should be interesting as he is out of town the rest of the day on appointments that may involve alot of writing. On Tuesdays I am at the church from 9 a.m. - 9 p.m., so I could not go along to be his "secretary" for the day.
Currently in my Ladies' Bible study we are doing the Beth Moore series, "Wising Up" which is a wonderful study in the book of Proverbs. Todays lesson is on the Proverbs 31 woman, specifically about having wisdom as a wife. It is a POWERFUL lesson and I have felt a huge burden to get as many women as possible to attend and hear this message. I sent out cards to the class and some others who are not attending this summer telling them that I thought the message was so very powerful that Satan would do anything he could to distract them from attending . . . My sweet hubby pointed that fact out to me this morning as we were rushing to get to the Prompt Care and get me to the church on time to start the study. I wasn't couting on me being the one with the distractions.
I am looking forward to tomorrow morning with some fear and trembling! Here's to a quiet, uneventful morning.
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