Cut Badly
Yesterday I was on on my deck getting ready to enjoy a barbecue with my children and my husband who was visiting us. My 2 year old son Victor wanted to get in the house and couldn't open up the screen door. Before I could help him, he banged on the glass of the storm door. The glass shattered and there was my precious baby with his little arms stuck in the glass with blood all over the place. I thought that his arms were cut in half. I was terrified. My maternal instinct told me to hold his arms so he wouldn't move. My husband calmy (but he was terrified) pushed the glass around so that we could get Victor's arms out. As he did this, I saw a big blade of glass cut into my
son's arm again. He had a big slash on his face and what
appeared to be gashes all over his arm. I held him and
started praying as his little wounded arm bled all over my
neck. I asked for God to take away his pain. I actually felt
like someone put an iron on my neck which was wear his
wounds met my flesh. While Fred called 911 and my 5 year old
Vienna was screaming hysterically, my son remained
completely calm. The peace of God. I walked through my
kitchen as I prayed and saw the olive oil that we were using
to make a salad! I quickly anointed his head with a cross
and plead the blood of Jesus for protection and healing. I
held him, walked around my house, prayed and grabbed my
pocket bible off of the counter. This was my worst
nightmare. There was blood all over the place. I was
flipping out to put it mildly.
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