Yesterday, while Cory was at work, I was in Tyler's room with Tyler while he was playing. I was sitting on the floor while he played. From the corner of my eye, I saw a little yellow, tri-angular shaped block with a hole in the center of it. Well, I decided to see if that particular block fit any of my fingers. I was sliding it off of my ring finger on my left hand for awhile, then I switched to the right ring finger. Well, has anyone ever heard the myth that one of your hands is bigger than the other? I believe it's true. That block got stuck on my right finger for like an hour. I would pull and pull to try to get that dang block off. My finger even started turning purple. I really didn't know what to do. So, I took a deep breath, and tried again, but with no luck. This block wasn't going anywhere. So, I sat down again, and, I know this sounds cliche, but I said a silent prayer so that I could get that dang block off of my finger. After my prayer, the block slid right off. I learned a valuable lesson that day. That no matter how little or silly our questions to our Heavenly Father may be, He is listening, and He does answer our prayers, all of them.
My beautiful new ring.
Another shot. Isn't it lovely?
Uh-Oh, my finger is starting to turn purple.
