Tonight, I'm so grateful that our heavenly Father is available to us at any moment. How I need him!
Peter's wound needed to be washed and redressed this afternoon. I feel so inadequate about wound care! How I wish we could have the dressing changes professionally done.
The wound care specialist at the ER told me I could use a band aide if the wound looked good after the first home cleaning, and since I don't know how to wrap wounds well, I was grateful to hear this. It did look good, so I washed it, put on the antibiotic gel, and then covered it with a large band aid bandage.
Then, a few hours later, the bandage came off. The wound didn't look as flat as it did when I took off the specialist's dressing. Peter had gone outside to play, finally, after doing indoor things for two days. Did riding his bike make it puffy and was that a mistake? I know it's not infected--no sign of that. And I know wounds can get puffy in the healing process. But I worried myself so much this evening, wondering if the wound would close nicely without mishap, and wondering if I'd done something wrong.
As I was reading Little Men (Louisa May Alcott) to the boys before bed, I cried at one part, and then couldn't stop crying.
Oh my, I thought. Am I going through perimenopause or something--is this a crying spell, a mood swing, like my sudden anger yesterday? Or was the emotion just related to worry about Peter's finger?
I don't know, but I was too emotionally exhausted to pray with the boys, even, when I tucked them in. All I could do was get into bed with each of them in turn, cuddling and telling them I loved them.
I'll whisper this verse over and over tonight, and go to bed early:
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”