I sprained my thumb on Saturday evening playing a mean game of volleyball with some friends. I haven't really played volleyball since I was pregnant with Guy, so despite my injury (which happened about 45 minutes into play), I was so pleased to discover that I have retained the skills and instincts that I had worked for many years to develop in my youth...and that the game that I love still brings me joy.
It's been an interesting experience, so far, TRYING to figure out how to do everything with one hand...and not the hand that I normally use. There's wisdom to be learned in this experience. Steve said as much in the blessing that he gave me on Sunday, so I'm just laying low for now, trying to listen and observe and be teachable. (And no, Mom, the lesson is not that playing sports is hazardous to ones health!!!) :)
|Me: Laying low.|
(Ew! Sorry about that...Just fishing for a few sympathy comments!)
Now to announce the winner of yesterday's giveaway of rejection note card from
Thanks for sharing all of your awesome rejection stories! Some of them were pretty funny in retrospect! The winner is Angela B (comment 10)! Email me your mailing address, please, Angela! Congrats!
PS - YOU SHOULD BE READING THROUGH MOSIAH 9 TODAY.
Keep up, keep up...You can do it!