This day has already started out much better than yesterday. I'm so, so very thankful. Let me explain...
My morning started off yesterday with Gib sharing some news that made me very angry. I cannot go into details here, but it has nothing to do with our marriage or our immediate family. Everything is fine on the "home front". But to say I was angry would be an understatement. I was furious, and I let him know. I wasn't mad at him, I was mad about an upcoming situation that I'm dreading oh so much. I threw Matthew's dirty diaper on the ground and said some not-so-nice things. I don't curse often, but I did yesterday. NOT a good way to start the Lord's day to say the least.
I showered and got ready for church, but Buddy needed to go out once more to finish his business. I was holding Matthew, put Buddy on the leash and out we went. I walked down to the sidewalk, and my sweet friend from down the street was walking with two of her children, one in a stroller. Buddy got excited, but I parked him and told him to stay. I expected him to obey. I turned to say something to her, and Buddy took off. He spun me and Matthew around so fast I didn't know what was happening. I tried to hold onto him simply because I didn't want him to scare my friend's children. He was excited but to see an 80 pound dog running after you can be quite scary. I couldn't hold him, though. He drug Matthew and I into the street, and we took an ugly, ugly fall. I still have asphalt in my elbow.
I am sore today. I have a raw elbow and two skinned knees, small cuts on my foot and a broken toe. It is truly only by the grace of God that Matthew is okay. I fell on top of him and his head scraped the road, but it is superficial and you can hardly tell today. Once we fell, we actually kept sliding. Somehow my left arm/elbow shielded him from the road. It felt like Matthew's head hit hard, and he was screaming. I literally saw his life as we know it flash before my eyes as I was heading back into the house. I just knew we were going to be heading to the hospital with a head injury. S.C.A.R.Y. He cried but never threw up or tried to go to sleep. I cannot tell you the relief I felt when I realized he was okay.
Today, I am so, so very thankful. Thinking back on yesterday morning just makes me sick to my stomach.
To my sweet friend who was there yesterday, I know you feel bad, but please, please don't! It's not your fault that my dog cannot control himself! I so-very-much appreciate your help in getting Buddy back into the house and you looking out for Emma Grace, too. I hope your children weren't too scared, and soon I'm sure the memory of seeing me fly across the road will actually be pretty funny!
Today, I'm thankful for a new day. For a baby who is alive and well. For good friends. And for the loving grace and mercy of my Heavenly Father who guarded and protected Matthew yesterday.
Thank you, Lord!