RECENTLYWhat a crazy weekend! Everything was fine for the most part. I didn't really do awhole lot between Friday and Saturday afternoon. J was working both of those days and had rehearsal on Friday pm. I did talk to him several times on the phone, though. He came home on Saturday from work and was sneaking around the pantry where the medicine and bandaids are. I saw him messing with his hand. He had bandaids all over his hand. As he told me the story, my mommy mode kicked in and I began to thank God for his protection.
At work, J was helping his co-worker hang some airplanes from the ceiling. He had been standing on the ladder, but there was a huge case of toys in this way. So he stood on the edge (you know those cases, like jewelry cases, that have glass on the top and the side, and are incased with metal or wood...then there's the sliding back to get the product out. that's what he was standing on). He said he thought his foot was on the metal, but apparently it was not. Next thing he knew, his foot went thru the glass (praise the Lord for his new thick tennis shoes and new jeans with no holes in them). He landed on the floor surrounded by glass and his feet and legs were still on the counter. He said there was blood everywhere. All over him, all over the floor, all over the glass. I tried so hard to look at his face, unharmed, instead of imagining my wonderful husband laying in a pool of blood on the floor. He said his co-workers began to question him and make sure he was ok and he felt nothing, but only saw blood. Turned out, there was no serious damage, but since it was on his hand, there was a lot of blood. He cut the top of his hand where the veins meet. After he cleaned up, he went back and saw a chunk of glass that was sticking up. He said, in all seriousness, it could have killed him. Thank God for his angels and a praying wife, huh?! I feel so blessed that the Lord was watching over my husband that day...while I was sitting at home watching tv.
We gave the kids a bath that evening. Our bathtub is dangerous. I've fallen once and was bruised from head to toe. J fell a few days later and sliced his knee. As 2G2 was standing up, J went to put the towel around her and she slipped. She came down right on the metal door slide with her chin. She screamed, he yelled, I cried (afterwards...I was pretty calm during the initial fall). She was only bruised on her chin and has a scratch. Again, the Lord was protecting us. We're going to get things to put in the bottom of the tub, before 1B5 falls next. But until then, I pray that they Lord protect us in that tub. WOW, what a crazy afternoon...
Dear Lord, I thank you so much for your protection over this family. I don't like playing the "what if" game. I know that you are with us and that you are taking care of this family. Thank you for the minimal damage to all who had an accident. Thank you for a peace of mind during these situations. Thank you for loving us...AMEN
Thanks for stopping by my blog... so glad you'll be joining us on March 13th in honor of Missey. I'll be doing a follow post to find out how everyone's day went, so be sure to stop back on Tuesday.
I plan on bringing out the clay and sculpting the whole week with the kids! It's something I LOVE to do and would love to have my children know that about me.
Blessings to you and yours,
Amy