Tuesday, January 18, 2011
A Popsicle, Two Staples, And Some Stickers
Oh My! Where to start?!?!? We were getting ready for my dad and his wife’s visit from California and Samuel was hanging a sheet in the living room to test a projector. I was washing clothes and getting ready to watch a movie with the family while baking a birthday cake for my dad. (His birthday was on Saturday, Happy Birthday Dad!) Anyway, Sammy went to iron the sheet, and I ran into the kitchen for a minute to take the butter out of the fridge to soften. The boys were in the living room with . . . the ladder Sammy was using to hang the sheet. Oops!
It took less than 30 seconds. I heard a bang and Josiah’s scream. I ran in and saw him on the floor crying. I looked up and saw 2 toy dinosaurs on the top of the ladder. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. I ran to him and held him. I asked where it hurt and he held the back of his head. I held it for him and when I took my hand away it was covered in blood. Sammy had run in when he heard also and I sent him to get a towel. I held it on the cut and it stopped bleeding right away. Josiah had even stopped crying and said he was better. Of course I was telling him he was healed in Jesus’ name from the moment I got to him.
I was thinking that everything was fine and moved his hair to take a better look. The cut was no longer bleeding at all, but it looked deep and was very open. I knew it would need stitches as soon as I saw it. I told Sammy. He looked at it and started to get shoes on everyone and the baby in his car seat.
By the time we got to the hospital Josiah was wanting to run around and was quite disappointed when he found out that no, we weren’t going to let him jump on the hospital bed. A popsicle, two staples, and a few stickers later we left with a Josiah who was back to his cheerful self.
While I was definitely scared when I saw the blood, and I nearly cried when the nurse asked why the ladder was in the living room, throughout the whole ordeal I felt a calm and a peace inside. I was able to do what was necessary without going into hysterics.
While I felt and still feel I failed in my responsibility of protecting my children, I got past it and took care of it. Instead of focusing on my weaknesses I focused on God’s power. I declared healing and GOD was faithful to do the work. I’ve still got a ways to go before reaching the point where I have no fear and avoid all panic, but I’m on my way. Won’t you join me?
If God hadn’t been there for me, I never would have made it. The minute I said, “I’m slipping, I’m falling,” your love, God, took hold and held me fast. When I was upset and beside myself, you calmed me down and cheered me up.
When besieged, I’m calm as a baby. When all hell breaks loose, I’m collected and cool.