Right-hand wisdom

by +CrystalThieringer    @cdthieringer


 Each of us finds our meaning and function as a part of his body. But as a chopped-off finger or cut-off toe we wouldn’t amount to much, would we? So since we find ourselves fashioned into all these excellently formed and marvelously functioning parts in Christ’s body, let’s just go ahead and be what we were made to be, without enviously or pridefully comparing ourselves with each other, or trying to be something we aren’t.

Romans 12:4-6 The Message


 

I fell last week.

Let’s just say it wasn’t my finest moment, and it has momentarily left me without much use in my right hand. It could have been worse, but it isn’t. I’ll be fine.

However…

The simplest things are a challenge now. Getting dressed, for example. Buttons, snaps and ties weren’t things I thought about before. My husband blew my hair dry today because I couldn’t. And don’t ask me how I know a renegade mascara wand in the wrong hand is a potentially lethal weapon.

spicesCooking is another thing–my entire kitchen is filled with mason jars. Flour and sugar, salt and spices, held-overs and freezer meals, all in jars. Getting the lid off one-handed requires Cirque de Soleil type contortions. Handling a knife left-handed is asking for trouble.

My brilliant husband has taken on all the cooking. “It’s no big deal,” he said, as he told me about the chili he’d readied for the crockpot. He doesn’t cook often. He’s cautious when he’s chopping vegetables. He’s a much slower cook than I am and I don’t care.

Because here’s the thing: It is a big deal. Yet again, I’m reminded of this truth:

The little things are the big things. And they always have been.

8 thoughts on “Right-hand wisdom

  1. I hope you are healing! My personal assistant accidentally ran over my toe with my power chair last week (don’t ask how). I don’t use my feet to walk but this injury is causing all sorts of chaos! I feel your pain on the mascara front…

    1. oh goodness. I’m very curious now as to the how! I hope you feel better soon. Thanks for your encouragement.

  2. I’m sorry about your injury, Crystal. When our son was younger I fell while playing with him and broke my dominate wrist. It was a long 6-8 weeks but my hubby was a big help.

    These types of things cause us to re-evaluate and also allow us to gain perspective as you’ve proven by this post.

    My prayers go up for a very quick healing and patience as you wait.

    Hugs!

  3. Oh Cryrstal, hope you heal quickly. I’m sure the majority of the population has such a story to tell. I’m also sure none of those people thought ‘hmmm, I don’t need to use my thumb, knee, etc..for a couple weeks, so here goes…’ I am sure that ‘you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone’ line in the song isn’t solely for the Paradise that is now a Parking Lot. When I dropped the leg (still attached to the table) of a VERY heavy table onto my foot, I needed a whole new footwear wardrobe. Nope, it wasn’t summer when flip-flops would have been fine. It was snow boots and sturdy shoe time. I still wear those super-size boots (with layers and layers of socks) because…well, I paid big bucks for them, I happen to like them and I guess they remind me how valuable my feet are!
    On another note….I received my copy of ‘Christmas in Canada’ today. Bill didn’t tell me before, but he’d read your story and several others in a bookstore a few days ago. He knew I’d love the story and the book and I really do! I’ve had tears on my face for all the six or so stories I’ve read….so many emotions, so many memories those stories bring forth…and so much laughter, too. I’ll be writing my own story (private journal for now) about the first Christmas our lovely Kate won’t be able to be home for the actual craziness of those two special days. In that sense, her move to Victoria is bitter-sweet. She leaves here on Nov. 30. I know many families will suffer worse this holiday season; but, for Bill and I, this is something we’ve never had to experience before. Even when son Bill had a Christmas tournament in Denver while he was away at college, we flew out there with mini-Christmas tree and presents in tow. I do know that those Air-Miles I’ve been hoarding will be used up with trips to the coast.
    Again, thanks for drawing my name; thanks for mailing out the book and best of all, thanks for being you! Love to you and Martin…and the cats! Pat

    1. A whole new footwear wardrobe, huh? If I remember correctly…shopping was something you never really minded 🙂

      I’m so glad the book arrived and you are enjoying it. And wow, big changes for you without Kate at home. It’s different, not being with family, that’s for sure. Thinking of you. Much love back!

  4. I wrote twice on how I felt about you falling. Both times I goofed and they did not go out. So while your hand is healing and you are working on your frustration, I too will work on my frustration at being so silly. Please get better soon. Be sweet, Gail

    1. thank you my friend. I promise, I’m taking care of myself, and i’m fine. and Martin–he’s so wonderful, isn’t he? Glad to hear little R is doing better!

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