August 2006


In his response to my “Small and Mysterious Mercies,” BrianJ said:

Maybe the help we recieve in a prayer isn’t as important as the message it conveys. In your case, was God trying to teach you “prayer before panic”?

That lesson came none too soon.  Yesterday morning as I was cleaning my knife, it went off.  My nice, big chopping knife whacked me solidly just above the knuckle on my right index finger.  My husband had left for work.  I managed enough prescense of mind to grab a clean dish towel from the drawer to press against the cut but then spent a couple of minutes walking in frantic cicrles.  It was bad enough to scare me but not bad enough to call 911.  In my panic, BrianJ’s “prayer before panic” came back to me.  I didn’t manage more than “Please God help me” but it was enough.  With His help, I was able to calm down enough to make the decision to walk to the hospital a few blocks away.  Still keeping the pressure on my hand, I locked the door, remembered to turn off the water (I’d been watering the garden) and set off.  I was still scared.  The walk seemed long, I didn’t know anyone in my neighborhood to turn to… but then I remembered Mrs. R.  She lives behind us; she knew my husband’s grandmother when she was alive and living in this house and despite being 70-something years old, still has a car.  She’d taken us grocery shopping a couple of times.  I was fairly sure she’d be up (it was around 8-8:30 am) so I rang her bell and asked her to take me to the hospital.  Instead she cleaned the wound (with the stuff that bubbles but doesn’t sting), bound it up with gauze and tape and drove me to my doctor’s office (which has walk-in hours).

There (after a long wait but at least they have a TV in the waiting area) I got a stitch.  Yes, a stitch.  Though deep, the cut is also pretty short.  Between that and the tetnus shot, I’ve effectively lost the use of my right arm for awhile.  However, I’m thankful that it was no worse and I’m especially thankful for God’s lesson and BrianJ’s help in deciphering it.  You really never know how your words can help someone.  :)

I lost my wedding ring when I was out weeding this morning.  I have no idea how; perhaps my pants have a hole in the pocket.  All I know is that I put it in my pocket to protect it from the dirt and such and then when I was inside it wasn’t in my pocket.

I thought perhaps I hadn’t quite gotten it into my pocket so I went back outside planning to search the doorstep, which was where I’d been when I put it in my pocket.  On the way, I kept thinking about something Krista had said about praying for her lost wedding ring.  Unwilling to be too stubborn to pray I did so.  As I did, I cast my eyes down… and there my ring was.  Sitting smack in the middle of the driveway.  If I hadn’t decided to pray then, I would have continued on to the doorstep, not found it and begun panicking.

I suppose I would have found it later but I really, really appreciate being spared the panic, harrassment and frustration on a day where I already felt overloaded.

The August message for Visiting Teaching is protecting the family.

My VT companion and I just returned from a visit where we spent most of the time encouraging our visitee to call Child Services.

I’m still a bit in shock.

I don’t know how, but I’ve managed to make it completely through Primary, Young Women’s and even my ward’s half-baked attempt at Seminary* with no idea how to study the scriptures. I read them. I read a chapter every night. I even began a re-read of the Book of Mormon on my own last year, before the Prophet’s challenge. I continually amaze (and confuse) my husband with my knowledge of the stories of the Patriarchs but it seems that’s about all I can do. Remember what happened to who and maybe sometimes why.

I try to study. Verses that confuse me are always checked in the footnotes but it seems like every time I look up one of those cross-referenced scriptures, I find a scripture that refers back to the one that confused me in the first place, with nothing made clear.

I have nice little crayons for highlighting passages. I’ve made myself a little color code and keep the key in my scriptures. (I’ve got a large print quad which I affectionately call “The Monster.”) I was working my way through D&C but ran into a 100 verse chapter. My nerve failed me and rather than slog through it all I started reading in the New Testament instead. Maybe it’s a reflection of my opinion of Paul (I opened up to one of his letters and have simply continued from there) but I haven’t hightlighted anything for weeks.

I feel that I’m going about this in a very haphazard way and I wonder… is everyone as mixed up as me? Or does anyone have any handy little tips to share?

*My ward was so small and the high schools so far away from the building that we didn’t have any seminary at all for a year. Then someone set up some kind of home-school seminary where we met at someone’s house before school and did worksheets. The crepes that Brother H made for us in compensation of the early hour were good; the worksheets… well, I think you can guess how enthusiastic we were about more homework.

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