Fractured Ribs and Heroes

My pregnancy is slowly reaching the end as today I am 31 weeks, 2 days.  I know I still have 8 weeks and 4 days left, but I know it will go fast!  I've had a pretty textbook pregnancy (thankfully), but this past week I definitely had a non-textbook experience.  I fractured my rib.  By coughing. 


I've decided that if I had to fracture any bone in my body, I would choose my rib because it's a fairly low-impact place.  I can do pretty much anything as normal, just with added pain.  No braces, wraps, or anything.  Of course, it's awkward feeling like a whale and now having more pain, but it could be worse!  Note to all you women who are/will eventually be pregnant: apparently there is a plethora of flu medication you can take even while pregnant.  Save yourself a fractured rib!


Other thoughts:
I think most of us have every-day heroes.  Those we look up to or admire for certain reasons.  I've been blessed with several throughout my life, but I want to highlight those in a certain category: the givers.  I always admired Pastor Johnny Hunt, pastor of First Baptist Church Woodstock, GA, for this reason because he is a humble and generous giver.  However, since Nick lost his job more than 2 months ago, I have had the honor of meeting so many givers in our church.


  Without them, I don't know how we would have made it.  These people, most of them anonymous, are my heroes.  Not because God is using them to temporarily meet a need, but because of their willingness and generosity to give without asking questions or needing reasons why.  If God ever blesses us financially, I want to be a giver like that. 


I don't think anyone here in Jacksonville will ever read this, but if you do, thank you so much!