With Hectic Lives And "Traumatic" Injuries, Is The Sun Always Shining?
I have a book that talks about life, it's ups and downs, and the "dark clouds" that sometimes converge above us. I haven't read through it in years but I remember the title and main point. "The Sun is Always Shinning." This has been a bit of a rocky week. Kids were sick and routines were thrown off. Adding that to the usual housework and schoolwork of my own, a current artwork project with a deadline, and a talk to write for Sacrament Meeting on Sunday, life was busy. Wednesday just before lunch I got a call from an unknown number. It was Taylor calling from the ER. He had cut his finger on a saw at work and his boss had taken him to the hospital. I left my kids with my mom and rushed over. When I walked in and got a first glimpse at his hand I wasn't sure what was going to happen to his finger. The top third of it was in bad shape. The doctor came in, said the bone wasn't broken but had just been shaved, and went ahead and sewed...
