Monday, July 11, 2011
My Poor Dad
This morning, as he was trying to pick up the watering can so it didn't blow away in the impending storm, my dad tripped over the garden hose and shattered his nose. He also has two stitches. He looks pretty terrible, as you can tell, but he's feeling well enough to joke about it. We're thankful to the Lord that it was only his nose he broke and not his hip. His glasses were also spared. If you think about it, please say a prayer for his speedy recovery. He's a pastor and has many upcoming commitments.