Late last night, I received a dreadful phone call from the hospital. A dear friend’s four-year-old son was in a sedated coma following a freak accident in the back yard. My husband and I just started praying like mad, with many tears mixed in, and got the word out to family and friends to pray for this poor little fellow. We fell asleep fully expecting that he would not make it through the night, or if he did survive, to be badly brain-damaged.
This morning, he woke up right as rain. Recognized his folks, asked for his blankie. Docs say they find no evidence of any damage. It boggles the mind.
God is so good. This was such a miracle. It really drove home to me once again how precious every day, and every person in our day is. Sometimes I bemoan how quickly the children are growing up, and far too often, how slowly, sloooowly they are growing up and learning to behave. Events like this are a knock on the head from God to just stop and give thanks to Him, and savor the beauty of the moment.