It started yesterday. We were outside on the back porch and I was rocking with Elijah. Jackson & Cutie were down in the yard - or so I thought - and in the blink of an eye I hear Jackson yelping and whining. His paw was under the rocking chair. It was bleeding like crazy. We bandaged it up but he favored it all night. This morning he couldn't even walk on it so Ed took him to the vet...
$300 later and one toenail fewer, he was sedated and medicated and now is recovering well. He's being spoiled like crazy - he even stole one of the baby's toys, that on any other day we'd have fought him for, but today he gets to keep it. He's gotten all kinds of table food - pizza crust, potato chips, a bite of chicken, and a soft pretzel...I believe he's milking it for all it's worth. :P But I'm so thankful he's okay and it wasn't anything more with a broken paw or toe.
After an extremely long day and finally bringing home our "#1 son" I got out of the car and heard a hissing sound. Air was leaking out of my back tire like rushing water. It was flat in a matter of minutes. Thankfully they were able to patch it up until we need to replace all 4 tires in the next 3,000 miles. It sometimes seems to be one thing after another...
In spite of it all, there was the most amazing little boy who happened to be in a delightfully cheerful mood. It's amazing how he can make any bad day good. And at the same time it helped to put our situation into perspective when I thought about my friend, who in a matter of 2 weeks, went from being perfectly healthy to diagnosed with cancer. Instead of talking about paying vet bills and tire repairs, they're talking about MRI's and chemotherapy. Wow.
When I think about the above quote, I am reminded of the fact that I am a work in progress. Thank God. He isn't finished with me yet. Thank God!
I admit - I get distracted. My life gets caught up with all the "stuff" around me. And sometimes, despite the difficulty and pain in the midst of the circumstance, these times are purposely to help me regain my focus. When everything else is stripped from me, I want to be known for giving God the glory.
I suppose we could ask "why" - why do bad things happen back to back? Why do good people get diagnosed with cancer? Why? But when I think about God's grace - for the blessings bestowed on me that I don't deserve - and God's mercy - for sparing me the punshiment of my sins that I do deserve - I can't ask why.
"Blessed be Your name on the road marked with suffering, though there's pain in the offering...blessed be Your name. "
God, you give and take away, but my heart will choose to say blessed be your name. 
"Hiding" in the closet!
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I too needed to remember this today. Thank you!
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