Lately, I have had several Praise Jesus Days. These are days that when, in Jesus’ name, I ask for something big and he blesses me with my heart’s desire. I try to praise Jesus every day but some days are simply titled Praise Jesus Days when night comes. Today was that kind of day…and it’s only 1:49.
Last Friday, Kensington fell at the splash park. I thought everything was fine but then on Tuesday, she started complaining about her arm. Whitney insisted I take her to the doctor yesterday and when I did, our pediatrician said her arm was broken. Then I took her to the hospital for x-rays and the radiologist confirmed that it was broken. So last night, I kept thinking about what a bummer it was going to be with Kensington in a cast. This girl loves going to the park, loves swimming and loves running around playing with her friends at Boot Camp. This morning, our pediatrician called back to say that after reviewing the x-rays from the night before, her forearm was fractured in two places and that we needed to go see the orthopedic surgeon right away.
Andrew, Kensington, Smith and I sat in the doctor’s office for 1 hour and 15 minutes until finally the doctor came in to see her. When he came in, he asked me what I knew and what I thought. I told him that I knew her forearm was broken and that she needed a cast. He said that her forearm was broken BUT that it would heal on its own and we could leave. That was it. Praise Jesus. My little girl doesn’t have to wear a cast all summer (including the 10 days we’ll be on vacation), she can swim, play and have a blast with her little friends. She thankfully broke her arm in just the right spot…right where it will heal itself and doesn’t require a cast. It’s a Praise Jesus Day!
For our present troubles are quite small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a great glory that far outweighs them all. 2 Corinthians 4:17