PERFECTING OF SAINTS

The church is not for perfect saints,
but, for the perfecting of saints.
Perfect is pending and
depends on how we Handel our trials.

Karen Pingree, Womens Conference 2002

Sunday, September 29, 2002

I fell this morning and broke my leg. I was going out into the garage to get some Nectarines that I had stored there in a half bushel fruit basket. I had bought the Nectarines at Allreds Old Barn Fruit Market. Nectarines are on of my favorite fruits and I knew the fruit would taste good for breakfast.
I stepped down the one step into the family room and I turned my ankle. I then went falling and rolling down the step to the floor and onto the next step to land on the rocks of the entry way. I fell on my left leg. When I finally stopped rolling and falling and came to a still position I felt the sharp pain in my ankle area.
I was home all alone. Dad had gone to the farm to do the chores. My ankle was throbbing, but I was sure I had done no damage because I could walk on my foot. In a typical Taft way, I went right on doing the routine for getting breakfast. I then sat down and looked at my ankle.
It was really swollen and large and the pain was extreme.
Bob got home and he decided we should consult a doctor. It was Sunday and only the on-call-doctor would be in the office at our physicians place of work. The answering machine informed us of the time the doctor would take special needs patients. We were in the office parking lot when the designated time arrived. The doctor told us there were no x-ray technitions on duty that day and he sent us out to Insta-Care in Orem, Utah.
The people at Insta-Care facility were expeditious and efficient. The film of the ankle showed a clear break across the small bone or tibia of the leg just above the ankle. The doctor informed me that I would need to wear a walking cast for six weeks while the bone healed. I was advised to visit my own regular doctor in two weeks and check with him.
A walking cast was fitted to my leg and we came home. I was in a lot of pain and had such a hard time walking because of the extreme discomfort. With the help of Bob, the nurse, a wheel chair, and the cane I used, I was able to get in the car and we came home.
I am so discouraged and felt the stroke and my staggering around when I walk IS ENOUGH. I didn’t feel like I could take on any more physical problems or challenges. I had enough. I just started to sob.
I lay on the couch in the family room and cried for quite a lone while. I felt generally discouraged and low. Finally I turned the T. V. on to the KBYU Channel and heard the following statement.

The church is not for perfect saints,
but, for the perfecting of saints.
Perfect is pending and
depends on how we Handel our trials.

Karen Pingree, Womens Conference 2002

This statement really struck me hard. The Lord was aware of my problems and needs. He knew I was handicapped and had such a hard time accomplishing the daily tasks of living, working and doing. None- the-less, I decided I had better stop having a pity party and shape up. None of us know what the Lord is going to test us with.