Wisdom in the Midst of a Wild Week

I don't know if I've ever been through a week like this in all my life. It has truly been eventful, and, now that it is Saturday and I should probably be catching up on a lot of things, this is definitely the most important. Bult let me explain - All seemed to be going well this week, just the many blessings I am so grateful for when on Tuesday morning we got a call from Dad saying he had found mom on the floor and he couldn't get her up. That was quite alarming, not knowing her condition, but after talking to him I discovered she that she had fallen and couldn't get up off the floor. I went over there to survery the situation and see how I could help. After a call to the doctor, we took her to the hospital where they did x-rays on her hip thinking that she had probably broken it. That was not the case, so they sent her home with pain killers saying she would be very sore. When we got her home, Dad and I could baely get her inside the house. To make a long story short, we ended up taking her to another hopsital where they did more x-rays and found that she had broken her ankle. They did not do surgery but put a splint on her and sent her home the next day. Taking care of her and dad has really thrown my schedule off. Then there were other trials concerning Bryce that came into play and we are working through those. However, on Thursday, I forgot to blog about one of my greatest blessings - Ashley Brooke Clay. You see, it was her birthday on Thursday, and though I called her in Georgia where she was visiting Beth, I forgot to blog about her and for that I am very sorry. But now that I have some time, let me tell you about my favorite ABC.

Brooke is a delight. She is one who is very friendly to anyone and very conscietious of others needs and how they feel. She has a heart of compassion and loves kids. Brooke is very talented. Recently, in her college photography class, one of her photos was selected to go on an art tour throughout the OKC libraries and other places in the metro area for the next year. She has an eye for those kind of things which I am sure came from her mother and not her father. She is also organist at our church and helps accompany the choir at times. I am very proud of her and the diligence she displays in preparing to play for the choir. But there is one memory that I have of Brooke that I will never forget, but always cherish. I remember as a little girl when we were facing some tough times in our family. We lived in ahouse that was really pretty bad. We had to deal with a tick invasion one time and a termite invasion another. But one night, as we were getting ready for bed, she hugged me, told me she loved me and that everything was going to be all right. As she hugged me she patted me on the back in such a gentle way I felt it was the hand of God upon me giving me His peace. Since that time Brooke has grown and I don't get as many hugs as I used to. But when she does, and she pats me on the back, I still get that same feeling of the hand of God giving me comfort. Brooke's verse is out of Proverbs 18 which says "the fountain of wisdom is as a bubbling brook." Brooke comes home from Georgia today, where she has spent a few weeks with her sister. I missed her tremendously though I am glad she had a good time and would probably have stayed longer if it wasn't for a scheduled plane flight. I will be so glad to see her. She was born on father's day - God's gift to me (and Mala.) I am so blessed. I love you Brooke - Dad