Sometimes the Lord must brings us low before He can lift us higher. -Joseph Smith
For I have gone and hurt myself
Almost as deep as bone
Lost in the pain and darkness
Lo! I do not weep alone.
Right by my side I find
In my heart a warmth
Soft and gentle, loud and clear
Even as I soar.
Today I am thankful for small mercies. This last week, Mom tripped over some shoes that hadn’t been put away properly. She had been moving a chair at the time and couldn’t catch herself. She hit the ground hard and struck the opened front door on her collar bone. Other than some bruises that will need to be iced all week and needing to use my cane more (and finally acknowledging that she needs a cane herself for some days) she’s fine.
Nothing broken, no head traumas and only a small scrape on her knee. She also hit the good knee rather than the bad one. She’s sore and a little slower for a while, but she’s not hurt badly which is a small miracle and mercy.
Like many times when one of us has fallen, it could have been worse, should have been worse, in fact. And yet, it wasn’t.
Check out the original Thankful Thursday. ( I will update the link when able.)
EDIT: Link updated as of May 30, 2015