For the first two hours of our ER visit, Jackson had been surprisingly calm. But as the minutes ticked past midnight, and the more his arm was jostled, his demeanor rapidly deteriorated until he reached hot mess. Which is precisely when the X-ray techs arrived.
Praise the Walls Down
A Diamond, Stars, and Seven-Year-Old Theology
Heaven knows, I’m the queen of losing things, and I felt like I’d called on that godly favor far too many times before. Plus, my mind immediately went to the recent tornado victims. And the typhoon survivors. And the impoverished around the world. In comparison, this was NOTHING. I didn’t want to make a mountain out of a rock.