Come, Let Us Reason Together

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  “Come now, let us reason together,”
says the LORD.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.

     If you are willing and obedient,
you will eat the best from the land;

   but if you resist and rebel,
you will be devoured by the sword.”
For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.

Isaiah 1:18-20

The boy is off to school tomorrow, so that leaves me alone to do…well, nothing.

Do you know how hard it is to carry food to the living room on crutches?

I’m complaining and I shouldn’t be, Im forgiven and set free by the blood of Jesus, from the wrath of God.

The Lord teaching me patience and empathy and understanding and peeling layers of ookyness off of me is hard.

I’ve been trying to rely on Him, really I have, I have only taken 1 pill, cut in two, so twice. I can’t seem to get comfortable when I sleep so I’m really, really tired.

Hubby is off today and tomorrow  so we are off today to venture out and do some retail therapy and hit Red Robin, I’m jonesing for a mushroom swiss burger and steak fries. Oh my gosh, the steak fries are the best!

Tomorrow: High School! And I pick up my precepts study on Daniel. I’m excited to get back to studying and, oh yeah, I need to post something about my proverbs 31 summer study, will get that done this week.

Later, off to wrap up this cast in a garbage sack and duct tape to take a shower….

Did I say how much I hated this cast?  🙂

Blessings, Kristina

I leave you with this; [part of a future post]

Luke 6:30  “Give to everyone who asks of you, and whoever takes away what is yours, do not demand it back.

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3 responses »

  1. Hey friend,
    Remember…God’s grace is sufficient! (even for broken ankles and anxiety, as well as for spouses living with the injured 😉 I can testify to both. You know about the later, but you probably didn’t know that I’ve fractured bones in my feet 3 different times..at age 21,27 and 31! (You know I’m not familiar with this blog thing and have no idea if this is even an appropriate response, but a “did I tell you how much I hate this cast?” memory returned as I was writing and I think you’ll find it funny.) I decided to e-mail you the how it happened at age 21 story, but the ending finds me sitting on the floor in my parent’s living room with a rusty saw I found in the garage. I didn’t have a color choice in 1987, so my cast after 6 weeks could be described as a dingy beige. I started sawing a straight line from below knee to ankle. As I did, the rust from the saw rubbed off on the cast. It was a large saw and apparently, I wasn’t applying even pressure, because I scraped the skin of the ankle bone (I say scrape rather than cut or slice because it was a dull, rusty serated blade) After about an hour of sawing and prying, I still could not get my leg and foot out, but had scraped it up pretty good trying. My mother came home to this scene and made me go to the doctor. Can’t describe the embarrassment I felt! To top it off, I got a bonus tetnus shot since I’d drawn blood with the dirty, rusty blade! So…if you have the urge to look for a cast removing device, call me! I learned better techniques from the subsequent fractures!

    I have been and will continue to pray for you! Lis

  2. Kris,

    Hang in there. It won’t be long and you’ll be back to interval training, squats, leg curls and all the good stuff you’re missing out on right now.

    Plus just think about how cool it will be to have a Wooley Mammoth leg when you get the cast off!

    Encouragement,

    Kevin

  3. Yummo! (The tuna, not the prikley legs.)

    My g’ma says you’ve denied her offers of help cuz Jess was home, but I’m sure if you get desperate you can call her.

    (Or me, but she’s closer.)

    Good thing y’all put the tv back in the bedroom, eh?
    i did not deny any of her offers, and dont get me started on the TV, now i just sit my overweight butt in the bed knitting and watching TV!

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