Knitting Mittens and Thanking God...

First things first, and according to the title, the first thing is mittens. After that bulky afghan, I have moved onto the smaller projects for summer, and one of those projects is mittens for Peanut! Here they are...

Aren't they CUTE?!? And yes, I have mittens on my desk at work. Doesn't everyone? I won't see Peanut's hands again for a few weeks, so I'm just carrying them around with me everywhere...and that is not weird, get it? Not weird at all. Really.

Now that this pair of mittens is finished, I am already planning another pair in my head. I still have to check the stash to see what yarn I already have...I guess I might have to go shopping...I'll let you know. Now, on to Part 2 of that title...

Remember how I told you that I've started running? Remember how I said that I am uncoordinated, and I was probably the most surprised at my decision to start running? I don't think I ever told you about the falling down though...you see, I fall down. I have fallen down while walking, while going down the stairs, while going up the stairs, even while standing still. I fall down like it's my job some days...and I've been kindof living in fear of my first fall while running since I started this whole adventure, but I'm not waiting for that first fall anymore!

On Friday, I got my Saturday blog post all ready to go (I work ahead sometimes), changed into my running shoes, and out I went for a 25 minute run with Sweetie. Seven minutes into the run...well, I am guessing 7 minutes, I kinda lost track of time...seven minutes in, I kissed the sidewalk. Tripped on who-knows-what, pitched forward and landed on my face... I broke a tooth...

...and my glasses...

...because that's what I landed on.

"So, where's the 'Thanking God' part in that, Pretty???"

I'm really glad that you asked, because I didn't see it at first either. But when I fell, I never even put my arms forward. Sweetie was behind me, and I pitched forward, so he was powerless to do anything to break my fall. I landed on the concrete, on my face, with all I had...like it was my job...and all I got was a broken tooth and broken glasses...no broken face, no black eye (just a tiny cut where my glasses hit my face, and an itty-bitty bruise on my chin that is almost gone now), some little scrapes on my hands and chest where I may have "skidded" into the grass at the edge of the sidewalk...nothing else!

When I got up off that sidewalk, I had to shake off the stunned, and I will not lie to you, I was a little shook for awhile. I cried. Sweetie surveyed the damage, there was a little blood, but all of my limbs worked, and I was fine. We walked home where I cleaned up, calmed down and called the dentist, who made arrangements to fix my tooth Saturday morning.

Aside: I don't know if I've said this before, but I love my dentists! They are the best in normal circumstances, and better than that in special circumstances! Just look at her handiwork:

It was after the dental repair, and after I'd ordered new glasses, that I really started to thank God for taking care of me when life had dealt me such a blow. But it wasn't until Sunday morning, while I was in church singing and praising Him, that I really grasped the whole of it. You see, it must have been the hand of God himself that reached out and caught me before my face hit that sidewalk. I didn't catch me, Sweetie didn't catch me, and I was RUNNING...a middle-aged, uncoordinated, "fluffy" woman, running...yet I am totally ok! No emergency room visits, no visible injuries, nothing! I even went back out on Friday night and ran that 25 minutes after I called the dentist and found some spare specs! I've always heard and read about the mighty right hand of God, and I am pretty sure that I fell on my face, squarely into that hand last Friday. I didn't even know it was there...

Thanks God, for catching me. I don't know why you did it, you've got bigger fish to fry for sure, but I'm grateful to you for keeping me from harm last Friday night. I don't know what's in store for me from here on out, but I'm going to give You the glory in all my victories because I know that I am fearfully and wonderfully made* in Your image.** And even though I sometimes fall down like it's my job, thank you for always picking me up and sending me in the right direction, so that I can be doing the things you have prepared for me to do in this life.*** You are good, all the time. Praise God!

So, there you have it. I am knitting mittens and thanking God this week. I wonder what kind of mitten yarn I have left in the stash...

I hope that you are having a good week, and that you are Knitting in Good Health!

*Psalm 139:14     **Genesis 1:27     ***Ephesians 2:10