So this past Saturday my lovely roommates and I had our very own Thanksgiving dinner since we will be without each other next week. Since it is not often that we are all in the apartment and we weren't wearing sweats we decided it was a great opportunity for a roommate picture!
{My sweet roomies. I am truly blessed}
We all picked dishes we would make and spent the morning preparing them. As I went to make my sweet potatoe casserole I grabbed the can opener and can of sweet potatoes. (I enjoy cooking but I have never thought to use fresh sweet potatoes. Oh well, maybe after you read the rest of this blog you will recommend that I go with fresh.) So, I was opening the can and then pouring its contents into the pan and saw that thetop was not open all the way. Rather than being sensible, responsible, instinctual, etc. I grab the the top and put pressure on it with my thumb. Below is the result of my actions.
{My thumb the day after}
It was very difficult to get a picture of this. I hate to admit that I went through about 20 tries before I was blessed with this rather pitiful picture. Anyways, it did hurt to quite a lot and was bleeding for a good while. Finally I was able to stop the bleeding and finish getting ready for our scrumptous lunch.
This experience takes me back to when I poured hot grease into an empty green bean can and ended up ouring the grease on my hand resulting in a pretty decent burn. You smart people out there can figure out why the grease ended up on my hand. For those of you still confused here is a hint, aluminum can = heat conductor = me dropping said can while still pouring grease. I guess that wasn't a clue but the whole story.
Ok, so back to my point. I began to notice how simple tasks became difficult since I can't put pressure on this thumb 'o' mine.
Here is a little lst of the things I have adjusted too.
~ changing clothes
~ putting on boots (those in the picture made my thumb bleed a bit)
~ sewing
~ cooking
~ opening neosporin tube
~ putting hair in a ponytail
~ a hand-stand (might seem random, but attempting batmanning was painful in more ways than one)
~ showering
The list could go on, but you might notice these are simple tasks none of them being really important. After accidentally hitting the gash on the counter and scrunching my face in pain a thought came to my mind. I pictured all of the deep wounds that Christ had all over his body the day he was crucified for my sins. I can't even begin to imagine the pain he felt to move much less carry two very heavy poles up a hill.
I am not saying that we can't say when something hurts, but this thought made me realize just how painful my small gash is and how painful all of his wounds must hav felt. I know that I would have never been able to take the pain that Christ endured. I would have given up immediately without any care for the rest of the people on this earth.
It just amazes me how extravagant Christ' love is for
all of us. He willingly chose to die for our sins because he knew that his death was the only sacrifice that could save us from Hell. I am so thankful for his unconditional love. I am also thatnkful that he took a stupid mistake on my part and turn it into a simple reminder of his love. How sweetly his plan works for our good.
For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. ~ John 3:16
Praise the LORD, for the LORD is good; Sing praises to His name, for it is lovely. ~ Psalm 135:3