Broken arm

Brennan and the gym floor got into a fight and floor won. Just kidding, he was actually playing Wall Ball with the Young Men of our ward. He ran into the wall with his right arm, turned to run parallel to the wall and tripped over his own feet and landed on his left arm. He hit floor hard enough he heard his arm break. Unfortunately, he decided he didn't need to tell anyone it was broken. He went along with assumptions that it was just sprained or he pulled a muscle. All week he tried to convince us that it was getting better, on Monday, 6 days later he came home from school complaining it still hurt and that his band teacher told him he needed to get it x-rayed if it hurt bad enough that he couldn't hold his trumpet. He finally conceded to having it looked at I called and made an appointment. Tuesday he went to the doctor and without taking a second glance he sent him to have it x-rayed. Upon returning to the doctors office the doctor stepped in the room and said he'd broke his arm in two places and he would be wearing a cast for 4 to 5 weeks. He also tried putting a pink cast on but Brennan wasn't going to let that happen. It's navy blue and matches the jacket he wears everywhere.

Thought's about Christ

Christmas was very enjoyable this year, it is the first year we've ever just stayed home for Christmas. It beats lugging everything around with us. It was also very relaxing, not rushing to go and do anything. It was wonderful. However, I felt a little selfish because we weren't spending it with others in need or who were lonely. I did want to go spend it with some one in the nursing home that's family wasn't coming, but my husband didn't want to sing and scare them to death, I told him I thought that just being there talking with them and getting to know them would be enough. Oh well, maybe next year if no one wants to do it with me, I'll go alone.

I sometimes wonder what the Savior would do with his special day. Would he spend it in service of his fellow man I think so. I don't think he would have been selfish with his time and his life. So what makes us feel like we have the right to our own time and place. If someone was in need he was there. I wish sometimes that I could have been there to watch and learn from him(I also wish I could remember if I was there). How much time did he spend with his family? How did he treat his mother and father? We have so little written about his life but from what we know and speculate, I figure he would always give his time and love to everyone and for everyone around him, not just his family. I'm sure his family was important, but it did not keep him from doing Heavenly Father's work.

I was thinking about the new year and what I wanted it to be like. I'm still thinking about it. Sometimes I can't help but wonder where we draw the line of helping people and when it becomes enabling people. I'm sure Jesus had to deal with this as well. Where did he draw the line? I'm still looking for answers and I won't give up until I figure out what he would do. He loves everyone and want's what's best for everyone. He never gives up on us. So what do we do? At some point we can't live the life of the other person but we can give them a leg up.

Just something I was thinking about.