Fingers and a Hand

Gardening

I’m working on a watering line trimming the grass away so that I’m able to see what I am doing. I’m wearing my cutesy gardening gloves with puppies and kittens on them. So, I am humming away on Christian Songs and before I know it, I cut into my glove shearing off the side of my index finger of my left-handed glove. Painful for half a second, I took off my glove and see red meat. No blood just nipped off a good portion of skin and flesh. I said a prayer and a band-aid and It took a week to heal and what I had sheared off grew back with no obvious scarring. I use man-size work gloves now. 😊

Wheelbarrow

Something inside of me said to put on my work gloves. I didn’t heed the warning and put all my tools I needed inside my wheelbarrow. So, I’m toodling to my destination figuring the while I need to put my work gloves on and then I’m figuring at the same time I’ll put them on when I get to where I need to go. Thinking at the same time what would possibly happen from here to there? I apparently was too close to the fencing and I ripped the back of my left hand against the barbed wire halfway to my destination. The gash was 2 inches long. I bled profusely and I immediately put pressure on it from my right hand. I held it tight and felt the pulse and as it throbbed, I stood still thinking I have to get home and sit down. Clumsily I’m opening and closing the two gates and the heavy patio door with my left hand as my right keeps a tight grip. I sat there at the kitchen table praying for an hour pressing for a bit and releasing for a few seconds. I finally in fear lifted my hand off my wound and there it was a thin line that ran between two of my veins. All the bleeding had been done at the wheelbarrow where it happened. For a month my blood-stained reminder was inside of that wheelbarrow. No scar. My stupidity overwhelms me. 😊

Broom

I was sweeping out the back of my truck. I had just unloaded some sand in my daughter’s backyard for my granddaughter to play in. I was using a metal long-handled broom and the sand that I was sweeping out was thick in some piles. I didn’t think anything about it and continued to force the thick piles out of the truck and out into the street to be picked up with a dustpan. All of a sudden, the broom handle snapped and the edge cut into my ring finger. Immediately and profusely it started to bleed. Applying pressure with my right fingers I made my way to my daughters’ kitchen and sat down with prayers over and over. Every five minutes for about an hour I released the pressure slowly for a few seconds. I was scared because of the amount of blood. I asked my daughter for two band-aids which stopped her unknown verbal tirade against me. I kept quiet during the whole assault and I very calmly asked twice for the band-aids. She brought me an unopened box which I had to get what I needed for myself. I was scared, very scared to look at my wound. When I finally looked the bleeding had stopped and I snugly put on two band-aids. With relief, I stood up and finished the sweeping with another metal handle broom very carefully and awkwardly. It took a week for me to clean the wound properly and to this very day, I am able to see a very thin white scar that runs horizontally on my finger. Thank you, Jesus, Amen:)