Never Ending

This past Friday, my older son jammed his right thumb playing football at his afterschool program. Some ice and an ibuprofen later, he was fine and back to his jovial pre-teen self for the weekend.

Fast forward to Tuesday.

He comes home again, jammed left pinky. Same swelling, same pain, same ability to bend (except for the limitations caused by a finger 3 times its normal size). So, same treatment. Except the swelling wouldn't go down, and the bruising was much more extensive.

Emergency room, here we come. Better safe than sorry, right? And it turns out, we probably should've taken him the first night it happened. He's got a small fracture in his hand, which isn't causing him much pain unless he bumps it or moves it. Thank God for that. And now he's unable to move it at all thanks to the splint they put on in the ER. Now we have an appointment with his pediatrician on Monday, who should refer him to an orthopedic doctor (the one the ER referred him to doesn't take our insurance. Go figure). I felt awful for not taking him that first night, but thankfully, I asked him to forgive me, which he did.

Our Heavenly Father does the same.

"I am so thankful His mercies are new every morning." ~Lamentations 3:22-23

Do you know how many times I've screwed up as a mommy? as a wife? as a friend? as a Christian? Do you know how many times I've needed His mercies?? Every single time, every single day, every single hour (and sadly, sometimes minute), He is there, offering me another chance, complete with all the love a child could ask for. Our God is an awesome God.

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