A.M. 0 sleep time is not a mistake. The hand bone bruise from yesterdays fall got worse at night and I could not sleep at all. I laid in bed and pondering the meaning and purpose of pain. At first I prayed for it to go away. Then I remembered that Christ had suffered more pain than all of us combined, and thus, if we are to know Him (John 17:3), then how can we without experiencing at least some pain?
Fortunately I was still able to run. I had to hold my hand in a vertical position, though. But if Murray Halberg could win the Olympic 5000 with his crippled arm hanging down, I figured I could run 12.5 miles with a less severe impairment. Part of it was with the kids - 4 with Benjamin (1 with Joseph), and 2 with Jenny and Julia.
P.M. Went to the doctor. The X-ray showed no broken bones, but he still wanted the hand immobilized, so he put it in a splint.