Peter's Fall

Earlier this month, Peter was outside playing when I suddenly heard crying just outside the screen door. When I came to investigate, Peter was obviously hurt.

None of us were outside to see it happen, but based on what he told us, he fell from the edge of the wall, and hit his head on the steps. That's about a four foot drop to concrete.

And he got up and walked to the house. Crying. But walking.

The Lord is so good.

What could have very easily been a trip to the emergency room, a serious concussion, broken bones, a cracked open head, or worse, was simply a scrape with a minor goose egg.

Here it is the day of:


And two days later:

And about a week and a half later:

All I can say is, "Thank You, Lord, for Your protection!"

:::

And while we're on the subject of Peter, just a note to self:

If you teach your children to use tools instead of toys,
don't be surprised when they decide to use nails
to afix a picture of which they are very proud to the wall.

We love you, buddy!
SO thankful you're okay!