Change of Plans

Our plans are not God’s plans. This was abundantly clear last Friday. Technohubby took the day off to go skiing with the kids. I spent my usual quiet Friday sewing. About 1:00 p.m. the phone rang.  Technohubby had had a skiing accident.  A fall.  A ski that didn't release.  Ski patrol.  A tobaggon ride down the hill.  An ambulance ride to the hospital.  The diagnosis...a broken hip.  Surgery.  A hospital stay.  Crutches...for the next three months.

Life is moving pretty slowly now.  Yet the days are exhaustingly full.  The prognosis is good for a full recovery.  Praise God!

One loyal dog just wants to be close to his master, anyway he can.