All the time.
I know it’s something we say in church a lot, but it’s really true. We had a busier day yesterday than I bargained for, but in hindsight, God was prepared and took care of things for us.
After a nice morning walk with a friend, we were settling in at home for a day of cleaning and preparation for Thanksgiving. Michael and I were trying to do some schoolwork, and Gabriel was finishing up his snack. He shoved his chair away from the table like he usually does when he’s done, but this time the chair tipped over backwards with him in it. This has happened plenty of times before, so I just picked him up and held him till he finished crying. As I was cuddling him, I started to see blood in more and more places, and I realized he had really hurt himself. I started checking him all over and found a gaping, bloody hole in the back of his head. I panicked and called my mother-in-law who is my go to for all medical emergencies. She came right over and helped me out. My father came too, and they watched the children for me while I drove Gabriel to the Urgent Care.
He was perfectly fine, talking and playing like nothing had happened except for the gruesome wound he was sporting. He got checked out by the doctor, and we muscled through seven staples (that was an absolutely terrible experience). After a box of french fries as a reward, he has been back to his old self again. My hardest job right now is keeping him from prying his head wrap off (I think it’s itchy) and making sure Michael doesn’t play too rough and knock him down (this happens at least three times a day). He’s on close watch for seven to ten days until the staples are removed, and then hopefully he should be as good as new.
God really took care of everything for us. He knew what was going to happened and arranged things just right. I had put dinner in the crockpot that morning and already done my laundry for the day. My mother-in-law and father both just happened to have some free hours in their afternoon schedules so they could watch my other kids so I could be with Gabriel. The Urgent Care was empty except for one other patient, so we only had to wait a few minutes to be seen. Even the smallest detail that he had just had a bath the night before as he’s not allowed to get his head wet till the staples come out was taken care of. God truly took care of every little thing, and I’m grateful. He does really love us and is interested in all the minutia of our lives.
Now we just need to stick a feather in his headband so he can be an Indian for Thanksgiving, and we’re all set!
May you have a safe, happy, and blessed Thanksgiving!