Resting from the work of my hands
As can be expected, the weekends are highly attractive. Yesterday, our church picnic got canceled but, of course, there's never a shortage of things to do. There's always an invitation to do one thing or another and so this time it was a walk around Lake Padden with some good friends...ok, Emily and a few other friends and cousins (is that explanation enough?). After the lake, I headed south to Sedro Woolley where a friend from the Burlington church was having his 25th birthday party. That was a time and half and I got to enjoy the surroundings of a lovely farm in a beautiful valley by a river...need I say more? Good times.
This morning Grandpa made it back to church after several months at home from surgery. He was quite determined that he had waited long enough and it was high time he made it back. In fact, it looks like he's going tonight as well! Praise the Lord!
Tomorrow at work will be interesting because I do have some lasting problems that haven't really receded over the weekend--problems from work. My hand joints are aching really bad, turning every morning into a trial to just get my hands open and my fingers straight. Again, it's not muscle soreness, it's an arthritic type of pain and I'm doing my best (along with mom) to find a suitable treatment. Ultimately, I don't know how lasting it will be but my hands had a lot of stress last week--I worked the nail gun more than I'd ever done up to this point. Most people deal with wrist pain from using the nail guns. Not so for me, or at least I don’t notice it because my hands hurt so much worse.
Anyway, that’s just a prayer request. I need to run off to church now. I'm the last one out the door because I lost track of time...hehe. Cheers!