Swollen ankles…

Most of my current readers know I gave birth to our second son this past Wednesday (yay!!). We were blessed that he went to term (38 weeks and 3 days), that delivery was quick, and that my labor happened in the day time: we had been dreading leaving our older son with someone at night because he has some sleeping issues…

Anyway, this post isn’t so much about giving birth as it is about my husband spraining his ankle the night before while playing basketball.

I tell you, this sprained ankle (which now looks even worse than in the picture)…AAAARGH!!! So frustrating for our entire family! My husband can testify that taking care of a toddler while a cripple is mighty difficult. Our oldest was a whirlwind when he came to visit at the hospital and my husband hobbled around trying to keep him out of trouble. Now when I’m home again, I have had to do much more than I probably should (grocery shopping, making food, etc…). All because of this stupid ankle! Terrible timing!!

In fact, only minutes after arriving home from the hospital, I broke out in tears. Our oldest son was being a pill and neither my husband nor I could do much about it except yell at him. I felt very resentful (and mean). Why did this stupid ankle injury have to happen to us right now? Combined with delivery afterpains, very little sleep…it just seemed too much.

And yet…things could have been much worse. We moved only a few weeks ago – what if my husband had sprained his ankle right before the move?!

I believe Heavenly Father loves me and my family. I also believe he wants me to learn to be more grateful. To choose to have an attitude of gratitude instead of resentfulness and bitterness.

So, trying to pep myself to be more grateful by turning to the scriptures, I found two verses that seemed to apply all too well to our current situation (isn’t it crazy how that happens?).

Context: Nephi’s family is at sea on the way to the promised land and his brothers, angry with him, bind him with cords. When his brothers notice they are about to be swallowed up in the depths of the sea, however, they figure it’s probably best to release Nephi.

1 Ne 18:15-16:

“…they came unto me, and loosed the bands which were upon my wrists, and behold they had swollen exceedingly; and also mine ankles were much swollen, and great was the soreness thereof.”

Nevertheless, I did look unto my God, and I did praise¬†him all the day long; and I did not murmur against the Lord because of mine afflictions.”

Nephi’s ankles(!!!) were much swollen and very sore, just like my husband’s ankle. Yet Nephi chose to praise the Lord and to refrain from murmuring.

I think Heavenly Father knew I needed to read that today. The message is clear: I need to be more like Nephi.

By the way, I wonder how Nephi’s wife handled this trial?

 

Comments

  1. jonashagman says:

    I guess i can’t complain since only one of my ankles is swollen and my wrists are just fine. For that I am thankful!

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