Isaiah 40: 11

"He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to
his heart; he gently leads those that have young."
Isaiah 40:11

Thursday, May 10, 2012

When Your Mother Breaks her Arms(a random post)

I have been trying to think of something to say about the accident that happened in my Mom's garage about two weeks ago. I am afraid that I haven't come up with much to say. It is a helpless feeling. There is so very little that can actually be done. She must suffer this one alone to a certain degree. Oh, we can help with little things. We just can't take the pain away or make her arms work.
She is quite a lady. Determined to mend before the Doctor's say she will. Doing as much as she possibly can without help. I think what shines through most is her cheerful demeanor. I don't know what I expected, she is Carol Pribyl after all. I guess I had this worry that she would go a little crazy having to sit and wait for healing. But, we learn once again that God is good all the time. He has his reasons for all things. It IS a helpless place to be but apparently that is where he wants all of us right now.

I have had a real year of change in my daily life. You see it seems that over night my kids grew up. It was not long ago that I had a house FULL of toddlers and babies. I was struggling to stay afloat with diapers and feedings, and making sure that everyone had clothes on. This morning I woke up to the sound of a crash. Turns out it was Moriah up at the crack of dawn decorating. She fell off a chair while hanging a banner. You see today I am 33(Oh, and thankfully Moriah was not injured). Let me tell you a bit about my morning. There was the decor, there were flowers and a card signed by everyone sitting in front of the coffee pot, everyone greeted me with a, "Happy Birthday, Mama!". I was given the offer of breakfast. I said, "Sure, why don't you get me a bowl of granola." To my surprise a bit later the 3 oldest descended upon me with scrambled eggs and cinnamon toast. A REAL breakfast. I even spied a cake on the kitchen counter a few minutes ago. I don't say all of this to brag on my kids, I say it as an encouragement to those of you who are in the trenches with a bunch of dependent kiddos. There is hope. Even though I could not glimpse it back then. If you are willing to take the time to teach them they will soon know how to put away their own laundry, make an egg, cut the grass, run the vacuum, bake a cake, and say,  "Happy Birthday". Believe me I remember the days when I wished that my little ones could have known that I was slaving away for them on my birthday. I have a bit of a selfish streak. Ahem. Hang in there folks.
Lest I paint too pretty of a picture we still have much work ahead. The kids still squabble, sometimes they don't like Mr. Saxon, Naomi has been known to scream when she doesn't get her way, sometimes the house gets real messy, I lose my cool from time to time.

To bring things back around to Mom. As unpleasant as it is for her it has sure helped to put life a bit in perspective. You know. What if I had to somehow do what I do with two broken arms? "Lord, thank you that I have two working arms. Thank you that I have two working legs(minus the sciatica). Thank you that I have eyes to see and ears to hear. Thank you that I generally enjoy doing housework." goes a long way. And thanks Mom, once again, for showing so many how to live the Christian life bravely and with determination! We love you.


  1. Happy birthday Bree. Joint party next week?

    Great post by the way- I got all teary-eyed. Can't wait to see y'all.

  2. Happy Birthday! Thanks for the encouragement for those of us a few years behind you :).

  3. Great post, and happy birthday!