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Our family has been looking for a regular church to attend for quite some time now. I went by myself and our girls for six years, but decided I didn't wish to attend as 'half a family' anymore. So, I've been patiently waiting on my hubby's desire to return to church. He grew up a pastor's son, and for some reason I saw a lot of "pastor's sons" rebel while I was away at college. My hubby was one of them. I don't know if it had to do with the strict nature of his upbringing or something else. I guess I will never fully understand that. However, he finally came around this year and expressed a strong desire to return to church! (my heart was jumping for joy!) So, we looked around a bit for a church. He wanted something similar to what he grew up with, but not as strict (big surprise there! ha ha!), but was also open to what I grew up with. We settled on a church about a half hour from us that is of the same denomination as my childhood church. As a matter of fact, it was one of the churches I used to go to for Bible quizzing. We went this past Sunday and had a wonderful time. I saw faces of old friends and made new ones as well. A funny side note...as we were walking in the front door, an elderly gentleman greeted us. He looked down at our four daughters and asked "Are you guys homeschoolers?" I answered, a bit bewildered, "Yes, why?" He never answered my question, but just smiled and nodded and resumed greeting people at the doors. Honestly, I don't know what gave us away. None of the girls had said anything and I don't think it was pasted to the back of my Michigan jacket....hmmm...Who knows. Anywhoo...on our way home from service, my three year old begged for me to open her little toy horse, which she had received as a gift at church. I had nothing to break it free from the thick plastic band that held it to the cardboard. Sooo...the hubby suggested I use his bucknife. Of course! What was I thinking?!! He took it out (it was in drawer in our van, which the kids didn't even know was there). I cautiously asked him "Dont you have anything smaller?" He replied that it would do fine and I JUST had to be careful. Well, I made sure I had it pointed away from me, and cut the plastic band. WELLLL...it cut SO nicely, that it went through a little too quick. My hand was actually in the way on the opposite side! Granted, I didn't gut myself (since it wasn't pointed at me), but I did happen to slice my thumb open rather well. Yep, I needed stitches...and fast. I was bleeding all over my new skirt. I frantically searched for a towel or something...which I had one in the van...for some odd reason..who knows. But it was there! I wrapped my thumb and applied pressure (yep..it hurt, but helped). We drove right down the road about two minutes to the After Hours clinic. Hubby went in to check if they did stitches there. Indeed they did, so they waved me in. They had me back and stitched in a matter of minutes. Six stitches, right at the base of my thumb (you know..where it bends!)...not a good place. So, I've taken a couple day hiatus from typing until now. I've been washing and rewrapping it so it stays clean and taking Keflex four times a day to prevent infection. Nice. I did, however, promise the After Hours staff that I wouldn't play with bucknives again! ha ha! A memorable first day back at church! |
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