Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
And---What...(Hurts) Son of my womb?
It seems a correlation that, on D day someone should have been injured in our house. If only to help us sympathize with the many veterans who lived after that day with injuries far worse and life changing. My Ethan fell and hurt his back. Nothing life threatening, it seems; but a lesson. We skip, we fall, we hurt ourselves. Today, he is home from school.
It seems that the eighth and fifteenth vertebrates seemed somewhat bruised, but not tender to the touch, this morning and his chest hurts a little. Feeling is still in his extremities and he hasn't thrown up or gone unconscious.
We pray today for the veterans and their mothers who have suffered so much from the losses on D day and in other wars. They were not skipping. Comfort and peace to their souls. Healing on my precious Ethan and thank God for strength to comfort him in his pain. Amen.
It seems that the eighth and fifteenth vertebrates seemed somewhat bruised, but not tender to the touch, this morning and his chest hurts a little. Feeling is still in his extremities and he hasn't thrown up or gone unconscious.
We pray today for the veterans and their mothers who have suffered so much from the losses on D day and in other wars. They were not skipping. Comfort and peace to their souls. Healing on my precious Ethan and thank God for strength to comfort him in his pain. Amen.
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