Mountain Climbing

I saw a post from a friend on FB about how the Lord gives us mountains so that we can learn to climb. It has meant a great deal this last week with the loss of Jon's job and our insurance. It has almost become a mantra. WELL!

Every now and then as we climb our mountains the 4 year old slips and drops a speaker on his head, ending up in the ER for 4 stitches and to make sure the paralysis on the left side of his face is temporary. And these things often happen when we are uninsured and our husbands are at Priesthood session working the equipment. Moral of the story: Gratitude for good doctors, the priesthood, neighbors who run when the 6 year old shows up shirtless and scared in the rain, and finally really understanding how little money matters when your child is hurt. He may not even have much of a scar. Whew. He is in very little pain and was given a stuffed beaver with a matching band-aid. Very cute. He was such a trooper, only crying for a moment when he had to have 2 shots in the lesion (It was right under his eye, after all).

I am so thankful he is and will be fine. A little battle worn, slightly more nervous about heavy objects falling on faces, but we will all recover.