Jonathan’s fall
In 2002 we broke ground and began building our home. Once the walls were up and it was in the dry, I began making almost daily trips out to the house from St. Louis. Part of the reason, of course, was that Dad was staying at the house while he and Tom, Ken and Larry put up dry wall. One morning though, I was in the house by myself with Jonathan, who had just turned three and Christopher, who was 18 months. We were upstairs. I needed to caulk between the trusses to help provide a barrier to heat and cold. I was keeping a very close eye on Christopher and talking with Jonathan. Suddenly I looked up to see Jonathan step between the
God’s Hand - #
studs of what would be the upstairs bathroom wall and fall onto the stairs. He couldn’t have fallen any farther. He landed, face down, on the bottom step. I scooped up Christopher and rushed down to pick up Jonathan. Carrying them both, I sat on the floor with the wall at my back and immediately told the boys we had to pray - before I could even look at Jonathan’s potential injuries. We did pray. When I looked at Jonathan, there was a slight welt on his chest and a spot that would be a bruise on his forehead. But other than being scared, he was fine. He could have broken his neck. There could have been broken ribs or a broken arm. But he was fine. When Dad walked in a couple of hours later, I told him what had happened - and told him, “I think he must have landed on an angel.”
In 2002 we broke ground and began building our home. Once the walls were up and it was in the dry, I began making almost daily trips out to the house from St. Louis. Part of the reason, of course, was that Dad was staying at the house while he and Tom, Ken and Larry put up dry wall. One morning though, I was in the house by myself with Jonathan, who had just turned three and Christopher, who was 18 months. We were upstairs. I needed to caulk between the trusses to help provide a barrier to heat and cold. I was keeping a very close eye on Christopher and talking with Jonathan. Suddenly I looked up to see Jonathan step between the
God’s Hand - #
studs of what would be the upstairs bathroom wall and fall onto the stairs. He couldn’t have fallen any farther. He landed, face down, on the bottom step. I scooped up Christopher and rushed down to pick up Jonathan. Carrying them both, I sat on the floor with the wall at my back and immediately told the boys we had to pray - before I could even look at Jonathan’s potential injuries. We did pray. When I looked at Jonathan, there was a slight welt on his chest and a spot that would be a bruise on his forehead. But other than being scared, he was fine. He could have broken his neck. There could have been broken ribs or a broken arm. But he was fine. When Dad walked in a couple of hours later, I told him what had happened - and told him, “I think he must have landed on an angel.”
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