Peter, Peter, Peter . . . .
I could tell you how he has all these hard classes he HAS to pass this year to graduate (because he failed 3 of 4 during the Spring semester). Or I could tell you about how he was going to get a job all summer and doesn't understand why people didn't know he was at home waiting to be hired. (His application attempts were few and weak.) I could tell you that he is driving with a learners permit and has grande plans to have a car and a licence when he turns 18 in October. Yet he doesn't have a job and well no one here is going to hand him a car or pay for his insurance. I could lament over how he has no friends I ever see and how he rarely leaves the house. But what has prompted me to write is this . . .
During PE on Thursday while playing football in the gym Peter injured his knee. (He is not playing football for the school due to poor grades.) Peter wouldn't talk about it even though I could see something was wrong. I learned the details Friday when the school nurse called suggesting I pick him up. She thought he should get off it because the knee was pretty swollen. Later that day we ended up at a Sports Medicine Emergency Care. I went in thinking he would tell us it was sprained and all would be well by Monday because that is what happened about this time last year. However after examining Peter and hearing his story, the doctor is predicting that it is a torn ACL. Torn ACLs require surgery to repair. Peter just wanted to know if he could drive home (Answer was NO) and I just wanted to lay down on the exam room floor and cry. He is to have an MRI this week and we are to follow up with another doctor. There are lots of reasons why this all feels like a bad thing. But after my high carb meal at Cook Out, cleaning house, Pandora Hymns station, and conversations with Jesus I am feeling less overwhelmed and more hopeful. I am choosing to trust God will use this for Peter's good and no doubt mine as well. None the less if you think of it this week, I appreciate your prayers.