MY TABLE IS SPREAD
Wouldn't you know I would choose to start blogging when I have limited use of my hands! As I prepared to run a small errand to the neighbor's little did I know my life would turn upside down. Luckily Rick decided to go with me because before I knew it I was face down on the pavement with two broken wrists due to my feet getting tangled in some wire strung across the sidewalk.

Fast forward three weeks and what an experience it has been. I went back to work within a day of the accident. Picture two red arms and only typing and paperwork staring at me. Someone at work has been assigned to do the bulk of the input after I have prepared and coded it. I still run, match, and stuff the checks and do payroll. Quite a feat I believe.

Several days after the accident some good friends came over with dinner and stayed to enjoy the meal with us. As we prepared to eat I looked around the table and these words sprang into my mind, "...in the midst of affliction my table is spread" and realized that although it was a trying time I still felt so grateful. And the rest of the line from "The Lord is my Sheperd" is "with blessings unmeasured my cup runneth over." Truly, a new understanding washed over me of how your burdens can be lightened even though you still must carry the burden.

I have learned more about service these last few weeks because it has become such a personal experience. I don't believe I'll view being of service in quite the same way. I plan on being there, which is what matters most.