Bad Volleyball!

We came to Portland for a birthday party two weeks ago, and now two weeks later, we are still here. Why, you may ask? Seth spiked a volleyball. That is all.

Unfortunately, in the process he came down cock-eyed on his ankle, broke it in three places, dislocated it and tore the ligaments in between. (But, I have to tell you, he scored the point and our team was winning. There is always good that can be found amidst the bad. :)

To continue with the good, once back home from the ER, Seth asked if he had sworn in his pain and I answered with a hearty, "No! You are growing up honey!"

As Seth was being wheeled out to the ambulance, he asked me to run and get the girls. He wanted them to know that daddy was okay. Kylia was pretty upset. She had already had a traumatic evening. About an hour prior to this new drama, daddy had been working on getting out a tooth, her very first tooth, and now, to top off the night, daddy was hurt. Seth gave all three a hug, reassured them he would be fine and asked them to pray for him. Then at the ER he apologized for the accident. (Silly nut! I'm not broken!) His heart was for his girls and for me and I love him for that.

Now, it has been a few days, and I have to admit the pain has not always been fun to deal with, but just this morning Seth asked, "Have I been nicer with my words lately? I've been trying really hard." I've noticed you've been trying honey, and yes you have.

It's never easy for a wife to see her husband hurting, (Believe me, I know. I got light headed and nauseous three times in the course of the ER night.) but it is nice to see growth happening amidst the pain. I love my man, and I love to see God use every situation for his glory.