A Spring of Joy

…watching your 18-month old daughter get her first (and hopefully last) cast on her broken arm.

Audrey pulled a pillow out from underneath herself while she was sitting on the couch this morning. This promptly rolled her off the couch, into the coffee table and onto her arm. I called the doctor, got an appointment, and after 4 agonizing hours of watching her cry and scream almost every time she used her arm, we went to see him. The verdict was pretty clear on her x-rays. She has a buckle fracture in her arm. Both bones… not just one… so she did herself in pretty well. She did great getting the cast on, and is feeling much better now that her arm is immobilized. In fact, she is quite happy that she finally has a weapon to use against her brothers. Three and a half weeks, baby… don’t mess with Audrey!

So today was one of the longest in my life, and I’ve had a lot of those lately. It is amazingly hard to watch your child struggle. But a friend emailed me these lyrics today by Andrew Peterson to encourage me, and the timing was perfect. There is so much more… oh, so much more!

There is more
More than all this pain
More than all the falling down
And the getting up again
There is more
More than we can see
From our tiny vantage point
In this vast eternity
There is more