My wife broke hers the year before last. She gets around okay now, but it was a long recovery. Take your time and don’t rush it. Prayers for your recovery.
prayers
Ouch.
Prayers.
Prayers Sent, God Bless.
Lord Jesus Christ our Savior and Healer, reduce the suffering of Thy servant and grant him complete healing.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, amen.
Get better, soon!
Everything is going according to plan. I’ll have surgery today at 11 o’clock just across town. I should be back home late this afternoon.
Thank you everyone for your sage advice, warm thoughts and continued prayers.
I’ll post as soon as I’m coherent or slightly before that.
Prayers. Crutches suck. ;-)
I’d like to thank everyone who said prayers for me especially the person who got one through between 10:30 and midnight last night because it seemed like someone upstairs just flipped the pain switch off and I was (actually my lovely wife and I were) able to sleep without any pain meds until 5:AM, a first since I broke it on the 16th.
Praise God for his Mercy
We’re still with you brother fool. Take care and rest easy.
Doesn’t make you a klutz. Or a clutz. Prayers.
Healing for the klutz thing, or the ankle thing?
nm, I’ll hit them both. : )
Get better.
Praying.
God does only perfect work and He seems to be glad to help in things both trivial and tragic should we only ask (Him and others to pray) for help.
Last Tuesday was a significant turning point I even posted about it in 130. I think it was a special blessing for two reasons but first some background. That evening had been the tenth night of painful and restless sleep for both my wife and I. It seemed I was waking her every 15 minutes for pills, ice or such. I know, I'm a big baby but I committed myself to not waking her up that night so I asked for a little cooler, with ice packs I could reach from the bed so I wouldn't disturb her for a fresh one through the night. She returned with an Olive Garden insulated lunch bag and a sheepish grin. She had borrowed it from our daughter Mary's things and wanted to keep it a secret. I looked more closely at it as she turned and left the room, I could make out "Lester" faintly written on it and it suddenly struck me that this bag belonged to Mary's fiance's fraternal twin brother.
When Mary and James first started dating, Lester brought Mary home from the airport after meeting James in Florida. We didn't know that James had to stay another day so we thought Lester was James and we would be meeting him for the first time. When Lester and Mary arrived, we greeted him at the door with big hugs, for what would turn out to be the first and last time. Lester had been troubled but his tragic death was very unexpected and we were all devastated.
I made the sign of the cross with my thumb on the lunch bag where probably, Lester's mom had, written his name there and gave the soft bag a hug and strangely felt his presence as in the hug when we first met.
That evening the pain largely subsided and I slept peacefully until the morning. When I awoke, I felt confident that Lester had found his way into our sweet Savior's loving and eternal embrace. We Love and miss dear Lester and I feel he may have interceded with the Divine Physician on my behalf.
Thank you for your continued prayers.