Last night I was cleaning the bathtub. Did you know that Aveeno Oatmeal soak packets stain a bathtub? At least ones from the early 1900s. Anyway, back to where I was going with my story. As I was cleaning it my mind wandered and I thought about how slippery the tub can get and what would happen if I fell and couldn't get up . . . I would lay there for hours and my kids would be hurting so bad worrying about my final hours. My next thought was they wouldn't worry because they knew me. They would know that I would be thinking back on our lives and how much we loved each other and they would know that I'm with Jesus and the family that has gone on ahead. I was 100% confident that I would be just fine with it all.
Fast forward to today. Today I cut myself on a new mandoline I bought. A huge chunk of flesh right out of my thumb. Which makes it hard to type. Who knew a person uses their thumb this much. Anyway, the initial cut did hurt but not unexpected - more just shocking pain. I got it wrapped in a paper towel until the bleeding slowed down some. Then put a bandaid on it pretty tightly to help stem the flow a little more. I completely forgot about the wound and went about my day.
I walked into the kitchen to start making something to eat. I saw I had dishes in the sink that needed to be washed. I plunged my hands into the dishwater and the amount of searing pain that went through my entire being was horrific. The burning continued for way too long. I finally found some vaseline to smear all over that wound and that stopped the burning.
Maybe I wouldn't be as brave as I thought I would be last night.
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