Just realized that I forgot to post this. It’s only a couple of months old. No biggie. I wanted to post a picture with this, but couldn’t find it. Some of you may be less upset about this fact than I am.
Last week I was able to do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Sew up a pig’s foot.
Maybe I’m abnormal… I can live with that.
As much fun as it was, we weren’t doing it just to kill time. Our field health instructor offered us the option of taking a suturing class in case we ever needed to use that skill in an isolated setting.
Most of my attention was on the work in front of me – needle in, pull, needle out, knot, knot, knot, snip, repeat.Yet part of me couldn’t help thinking about how nerve wracking, terrifying, different this would be if I was stitching up a person’s injury rather than a pig’s foot.
Now that I’ve gotten a bit of practice I can honestly say that I hope I never have to stitch anyone up. Along with the experience I got another tiny reality check – the life I fully believe God is calling us to, is in many ways so far out of my comfort zone that people might laugh.
Thankfully I’m not alone. Whether it’s suturing, language learning, transitioning, homeschooling, or just figuring out how to get my clothes dry in the tropics, God is right there with me, and I’m learning that He is my greatest comfort.
~ Stacy