I know that I need to journal, and record the miracles better than I have been! They are so abundant and I am so blessed! Laus Deo!
In particular, I know that I need to write down about what happened a week ago Monday before it gets to be two weeks ago Monday! We had gathered all the family and determined that we were going to build a shed down on our property by the river to put the horse tack in. We are trying to move away from the ranch of Del Ray, and build our own, so it was time to build a tack shed.
Monday night we had bought the lumber previously, and believed we had everything we needed to get it up! We started in! We had put the floor down a few nights previously, and we had framed the back wall but didn't stand it to have to withstand the wind standing all alone. So first we stood up the back wall. Then we built the other three walls, moving and stacking them, building the front all on the dirt beside so we could then tip it up and into place.
We were on the third side - the west wall. We thought the siding on the outside had been nailed on with the nail gun, but when we stood up the wall it was obvious that the young worker who had tried, had managed to punch holes in all the right places, but the nail gun was without any nails, and the outside board was barely hanging on there! I was the only one inside the shed, and heard a voice, - Duck! I listened to the voice and turned away quickly. As I did, someone was outside the walls, trying to fasten on the siding. I turned, but as I did, I felt something hit me. I grabbed my head as I turned to the north, and then stumbled off the south edge of the shed platform, yelling, "I've been hit!" The family was all running around in a panic. I remember seeing them fleeing as I held my head and stumbled out, trying to get out of the way. After a few steps, holding my head in my gloved hands, I could feel shock setting in, and the panic of everyone around me. I knelt, and then turned and laid down on the ground, holding both hands on my head with a nail I could see out the front of my left eye coming from my head!
They were 3.5" nails. I had been touching the wall right through the thin siding that they were nailing. The Holy Spirit had told me to move, and so I Had twisted, but I had been hit. Brad came and knelt beside me. I heard him say, "we are just taking her straight the ER." I believe that Jed was arranging the backseat of his truck, and may have moved it closer so they could lift me into the truck. I stopped them and asked please for a Priesthood blessing. Brad yelled for the boys to join him. Brad had one arm around me, and the other arm on to the top of my head. I heard promises that I would heal quickly, that my brain would be ok, then my eyes would see again. I felt the nail in my head and I knew there was fluid from my head dripping down my head and cheek. To this point, no one had seen the wound. I had been holding my head and was pushing around the inject point of the nail. No one knew the extent of the injuries, I was getting a blessing first and then we would deal with the reality of what had happened.
I remember feeling a calm, amidst the storm of emotions, would I see again. Was my brain punctured? What would happen?
The blessing ended, and Brad insisted again that they were going to race to the ER to have them pull the nail from my head so they could deal with the next steps there. I don't remember what happened or how, but I remember them encouraging me to move my hands so they could see what the reality was. I remember taking my right hand down, opening my eyes, and seeing the nail coming out over my left eye, poking out on a diagonal towards my nose. Brad was now holding my head, I was laying on the ground with his strong arm under my neck. With his encouragement, I let go with my other hand. He held with his strong hand the point where I could feel the nail inserted into my head. He then yelled, "Someone come pull out the nail." He didn't have enough hands, and he had to ask three times: "Someone come pull it out." "Someone help me, and pull out the nail." I can only imagine the people around me. There were lots there, but no one was brave enough to come forward and help Brad in this desperate time. After the third time, Chandler came over to our side, "slowly, and carefully" Brad said as he pulled the nail out of my head. I could feel the nail sliding out of my head, just to the side and above my left eye about an inch. Brad pinched the area around it, and then they put some cloth on it (I learned later it was Jed's shirt.) I layed there for a few minutes. Brad said they were taking me to the ER. I said no, I just wanted to lay there for a minute. I laid there on the ground for a minute. It felt like it was bleeding because my head was low, and I was prompted to sit up and elevate my head above my heart. I did. I sat there in the dirt for a few minutes, holding the shirt on my head. I asked if I could just stay there for a bit, and see if I felt we needed to go to the hospital. They were concerned as we were at the horses, and the dirt was abundant. Someone found the first aid kit, and they put some Neosporin and a band-aid pulling the wound together, hoping to keep the dirt out of it.
After a time, I was moved to the back of the truck. I could see out of my eye. My head was not bleeding as bad as anyone expected. Chandler found some ibuprofen for me, and I took that. I had a headache, but I didn't feel like I needed to go to the hospital. Haley kept checking my pupils, checking to see if my eyes were dilated. We sat on the tailgate for a bit, maybe 30 minutes as they picked up our little job site, and put the tools away.
I decided that I didn't want everyone talking about the nail in my head. I made the little ones promise they wouldn't tell anyone about what had happened. I could just see the stories raging about this incident. I made everyone promise they wouldn't tell anyone.
We came back to the house, and I had made some dinner and we all ate.
I will never know how deep that nail was into my head. The next morning Chandler and Haley called to check on me, and said they were so grateful that I wasn't an inch taller and turned just a tiny bit, or that nail would have been right in my left eye. It was truely a miracle!
The next morning, I fully expected that my head would be black and blue, that I would have quite the black eye. I didn't! I did take off the bandage the next morning, to see the wound. My head was swolen on that side, but the wound was only a nail hole was left on my head. I watched it carefully for a couple of days. My head was tender on that side, and I didn't use my regular brush on my eye brow as that was tender to the touch for a week or more.
I have thought about the miracle of that night. I wondered how many angels were there holding on to the nail, placing their hands between my head and the impact of that nail to slow it down so it would only penetrate my head that deep. What kept it from driving clear into my skull. It was steered carefully missing my eye socket and all the parts of my eye! Oh what miracles! Tears. I am so blessed! I am so grateful to hug my little ones! I am so grateful to be here on the earth to record these details!
I am indeed blessed! I am grateful for the gift of life itself! I will minister and testify of my Savior and His love for us! I have witnessed the power of His Priesthood blessing healing me and the power of his His angels protecting me from the blows of this earth! Thank you Father! I am so grateful!
Marta
In particular, I know that I need to write down about what happened a week ago Monday before it gets to be two weeks ago Monday! We had gathered all the family and determined that we were going to build a shed down on our property by the river to put the horse tack in. We are trying to move away from the ranch of Del Ray, and build our own, so it was time to build a tack shed.
Monday night we had bought the lumber previously, and believed we had everything we needed to get it up! We started in! We had put the floor down a few nights previously, and we had framed the back wall but didn't stand it to have to withstand the wind standing all alone. So first we stood up the back wall. Then we built the other three walls, moving and stacking them, building the front all on the dirt beside so we could then tip it up and into place.
We were on the third side - the west wall. We thought the siding on the outside had been nailed on with the nail gun, but when we stood up the wall it was obvious that the young worker who had tried, had managed to punch holes in all the right places, but the nail gun was without any nails, and the outside board was barely hanging on there! I was the only one inside the shed, and heard a voice, - Duck! I listened to the voice and turned away quickly. As I did, someone was outside the walls, trying to fasten on the siding. I turned, but as I did, I felt something hit me. I grabbed my head as I turned to the north, and then stumbled off the south edge of the shed platform, yelling, "I've been hit!" The family was all running around in a panic. I remember seeing them fleeing as I held my head and stumbled out, trying to get out of the way. After a few steps, holding my head in my gloved hands, I could feel shock setting in, and the panic of everyone around me. I knelt, and then turned and laid down on the ground, holding both hands on my head with a nail I could see out the front of my left eye coming from my head!
They were 3.5" nails. I had been touching the wall right through the thin siding that they were nailing. The Holy Spirit had told me to move, and so I Had twisted, but I had been hit. Brad came and knelt beside me. I heard him say, "we are just taking her straight the ER." I believe that Jed was arranging the backseat of his truck, and may have moved it closer so they could lift me into the truck. I stopped them and asked please for a Priesthood blessing. Brad yelled for the boys to join him. Brad had one arm around me, and the other arm on to the top of my head. I heard promises that I would heal quickly, that my brain would be ok, then my eyes would see again. I felt the nail in my head and I knew there was fluid from my head dripping down my head and cheek. To this point, no one had seen the wound. I had been holding my head and was pushing around the inject point of the nail. No one knew the extent of the injuries, I was getting a blessing first and then we would deal with the reality of what had happened.
I remember feeling a calm, amidst the storm of emotions, would I see again. Was my brain punctured? What would happen?
The blessing ended, and Brad insisted again that they were going to race to the ER to have them pull the nail from my head so they could deal with the next steps there. I don't remember what happened or how, but I remember them encouraging me to move my hands so they could see what the reality was. I remember taking my right hand down, opening my eyes, and seeing the nail coming out over my left eye, poking out on a diagonal towards my nose. Brad was now holding my head, I was laying on the ground with his strong arm under my neck. With his encouragement, I let go with my other hand. He held with his strong hand the point where I could feel the nail inserted into my head. He then yelled, "Someone come pull out the nail." He didn't have enough hands, and he had to ask three times: "Someone come pull it out." "Someone help me, and pull out the nail." I can only imagine the people around me. There were lots there, but no one was brave enough to come forward and help Brad in this desperate time. After the third time, Chandler came over to our side, "slowly, and carefully" Brad said as he pulled the nail out of my head. I could feel the nail sliding out of my head, just to the side and above my left eye about an inch. Brad pinched the area around it, and then they put some cloth on it (I learned later it was Jed's shirt.) I layed there for a few minutes. Brad said they were taking me to the ER. I said no, I just wanted to lay there for a minute. I laid there on the ground for a minute. It felt like it was bleeding because my head was low, and I was prompted to sit up and elevate my head above my heart. I did. I sat there in the dirt for a few minutes, holding the shirt on my head. I asked if I could just stay there for a bit, and see if I felt we needed to go to the hospital. They were concerned as we were at the horses, and the dirt was abundant. Someone found the first aid kit, and they put some Neosporin and a band-aid pulling the wound together, hoping to keep the dirt out of it.
After a time, I was moved to the back of the truck. I could see out of my eye. My head was not bleeding as bad as anyone expected. Chandler found some ibuprofen for me, and I took that. I had a headache, but I didn't feel like I needed to go to the hospital. Haley kept checking my pupils, checking to see if my eyes were dilated. We sat on the tailgate for a bit, maybe 30 minutes as they picked up our little job site, and put the tools away.
I decided that I didn't want everyone talking about the nail in my head. I made the little ones promise they wouldn't tell anyone about what had happened. I could just see the stories raging about this incident. I made everyone promise they wouldn't tell anyone.
We came back to the house, and I had made some dinner and we all ate.
I will never know how deep that nail was into my head. The next morning Chandler and Haley called to check on me, and said they were so grateful that I wasn't an inch taller and turned just a tiny bit, or that nail would have been right in my left eye. It was truely a miracle!
The next morning, I fully expected that my head would be black and blue, that I would have quite the black eye. I didn't! I did take off the bandage the next morning, to see the wound. My head was swolen on that side, but the wound was only a nail hole was left on my head. I watched it carefully for a couple of days. My head was tender on that side, and I didn't use my regular brush on my eye brow as that was tender to the touch for a week or more.
I have thought about the miracle of that night. I wondered how many angels were there holding on to the nail, placing their hands between my head and the impact of that nail to slow it down so it would only penetrate my head that deep. What kept it from driving clear into my skull. It was steered carefully missing my eye socket and all the parts of my eye! Oh what miracles! Tears. I am so blessed! I am so grateful to hug my little ones! I am so grateful to be here on the earth to record these details!
I am indeed blessed! I am grateful for the gift of life itself! I will minister and testify of my Savior and His love for us! I have witnessed the power of His Priesthood blessing healing me and the power of his His angels protecting me from the blows of this earth! Thank you Father! I am so grateful!
Marta