...of parenting, we have our first broken bone(s). There have been gashes that required stitches, and some we could patch with egg membrane, a baby requiring hospitalization, but Thursday it was a broken arm. No questions asked. While I was still on the phone with my friend, Jenna had the car pulled up to the door, Josh had the baby up and headed to the carseat, and my diaper bag was at the door. Amazing efficiency when there's an emergency. When I reached the park, Nurse Mom took over as I ripped the random cardboard from the back, grabbed a receiving blanket, and proceeded to make a home-made splint. The poor little guy was in so much pain, but after stabilizing the arm, six hours in ER, a couple hours in surgery, and home by 11:30 pm, all was well.
Every single hospital personnel asked about the story, and I faithfully recounted what was told to me (I wasn't present when it happened). The full story has since come to light, that it wasn't Caleb slipping off the five foot platform, but Caleb jumping off the top of a ten foot slide...to avoid getting tagged, of course.
Occasions like this cause me to wonder about what COULD have happened, what God spared us from, what may have changed my life forever. Occasions like this cause me to be ever thankful for the Lord protecting Caleb when he fell, so that only his arm was broken because there really were angels there protecting him, even though I sent him to play and forgot to pray.
I'm so thankful the tender love of God is not dependent on my behavior.
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"I'm so thankful the tender love of God is not dependent on my behavior"
Me, too! I love that He loves us no matter what. Even if we forget to show Him, He still loves us. I'm glad everything is ok. God is good. :)
Amen! It's a blessing he wasn't hurt worse.
God Bless,
Kelsey
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