The Word on the Street is True

Have you ever heard people say that stab wounds bleed a lot? Well it's true. Thanks to the stab I gave myself, I don't have to rely on other people's experience to know that. I now know for myself that if you are stabbed, you will bleed a lot. Emphasis on A LOT. Yesterday I dropped a knife on my foot. Immediately, their was a huge puddle of blood probably twice the circumference of my foot. Immediately. My first thought was whether I had hit an artery. I had seriously not seen that much blood except for childbirth. My second thought was, "Crap. The last thing I need today is to figure out how to extricate myself from home so I can go get stitches. Who will I get to watch my kids. I need to get dinner on the table. I need to finish preparations for YW. I've got to clean up all this blood, finish getting Macy her peaches, and get Kate's bottle because she's crying. There has to be a way I can stop this bleeding." So, with all my first aid knowledge gleaned from years of girls' camp I proceeded with the following: apply pressure ("Avery I need more napkins, these are all soaked through!"), get bandages and tape and wrap it as tightly as I can (Avery was right up there unwrapping a bandaid and putting antibiotic on it:), don't put any pressure on it ("Shoot! Carston will you get me another rag? I've got another puddle of blood."), and last but not least, elevate it (while feeding Kate her bottle of course). It seemed to do the trick. And don't worry about the artery. My doctor brother-in-law said there are several arteries going into your toes, so I'm okay if one clots off. It was a good lesson for the kids though: this is why mom tells you not to touch the knives!

Evidence

Remember the talk by Elder Eyring where he talked about keeping a journal of how he had seen the hand of the Lord in his life each day? I've tried to do that. I'm not very consistent, but I try to write in it. It really does amaze me when I spend time contemplating how the Lord has helped me each day. His hand is definitely in my life, in the large and the small things. Here's something little from today. I was going to pick up Carston from school. I had to wake up two of the girls to go, so everyone was grumpy and whiney and it was a bit of an ordeal to get everyone out the door. I had Macy and Kate in the car, had grabbed my purse, and left the front door locked but open. I went in the car to wait for Avery who was dragging her feet. I got in the car, reached for my keys, and remembered that they were sitting on the stairs. By this time Avery had made it to the car, so I started feeling sick thinking about how now we were locked out of the house and Carston was expecting me to pick him up in five minutes. Avery always shuts the door behind her, so needless to say I was struck with gratitude when I headed back to the porch and saw it open. Some people might say it was just luck, by maybe luck is really God's blessing. The more I search my life, and ponder, and write, the more inclined I am to believe the latter.