I am so thankful for guardian angels.
To anyone that I know and love. We don't raise these babies on our own. We always have help. You absolutely cannot control every situation and you can't be everywhere all the time. If Heavenly Father wants to intevene and keep your child safe, He will. If He wants them back, he'll take them.
Bella was having "a night", like she sometimes does and was covered literally head to toe in marker. I went upstairs to get the bath started and she comes in whimpering. I notice a small cut on her leg and think that it looks a little weird, like a slice. I am holding her and trying to comfort her and she is gagging. I swept her mouth a few times and nothing. Finally, she throws up a little and there is a piece of glass in it about the size of a dime.
To say I was a mess is an understatement.
In the five (or less) short minutes I'd been upstairs she broke a canning jar of salsa and put the only loose piece of glass in her mouth. Literally, the rest of the glass was up inside the other half of the jar. There was no glass mess.
I am just so thankful that we are not alone in raising our children. I've had a child jump off the second story stairs, get outside and wander the neighborhood, fall out of a window (luckily onto our patio roof), and I still have six children. This was another one of my miracles.
Thank you angels!
PS. I've been working on an Activity Days activity and looking through some art. This picture moved me and made me think of this incident. I have a thankful heart. The picture is called "Heavenly Hands".
