A scary day and a faithful God

Yesterday was a scary day in our house. Braxton toppled over and bumped his head causing him to black out for 10-20 seconds, aka an eternity in Mommy-time. We took him to the emergency room and it became apparent after an exam that he had a mild concussion but was going to be just fine. Praise God! (He has his first concussion at 6 months old! What am I going to do with this boy!?) Although I know in my heart that God is watching out for him better than I ever could, it is still disconcerting to know that I as much as I try to protect my babies things like this can still happen. It was a total fluke thing. He was just sitting and playing and someone (ahem, an over-eager big sis) tried to clean him with a toy vacuum. He just toppled over into the wall and must have hit his head just right because he briefly lost consciousness but there was no knot or cut on his head. Talk about scary! All I could think of the whole time was that his brain was bleeding and was a ticking time bomb! Ahh!!
I am so grateful and relieved that Braxton is fine, but I still have mixed emotions about the whole thing. This incident has left me with an increased awareness of how quickly something so potentially devastating can happen, yet at the same time I feel a sense of peace. God used this accident to remind me yet again that He is control, and that is just the way it should be.  There is nothing like feeling powerless and helpless to make you rely on God, especially when so much is a stake. Instead of that helpless feeling making me more worried, I am able to feel the peace that surpasses all understanding mentioned in Philippians 4:7. (This was after a lot of desperate, frantic prayers for baby boy as well as prayers for help to guard my crazy, worrisome thoughts.) After processing the whole thing I am left today feeling less concerned for my children's safety than before all this happened. It doesn't make much sense I guess to be LESS worried. I think this feeling comes from the fact I know there really is no way for me to protect them every minute so I have no choice but to trust them to God, who is much more capable than I am. I am not saying this very eloquently, but I think the best way to sum it up is this really IS the peace that surpasses understanding, a nonsensical calm. I will continue to pray for their safety everyday. That doesn't mean they will never get hurt. It doesn't mean bad things can't or won't happen. It just means that I am choosing to trust the God who is in control of everything anyway with the things I can't control. I hope that if something really had been horribly wrong with Braxton I would still be able to say that I trust God's wise plan as being greater than my own. But for now, I breath a sigh of relief and I am thankful that yet again God has proven to me that he is mighty in the big and small things and loves us deeply. These truths make him worthy of my praise and my trust.

Proof that Hayleigh is generally very gentle with her "brudder".

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