Here’s an interesting story. The other day, I sat outside in our beautiful backyard, enjoying the sunshine as my older daughter swam in the pool, and my youngest daughter jumped in the trampoline.
My son and husband had just left to get semi-matching father/son haircuts (which I think is adorable).
Back to the yard. As I’m flipping through a magazine, I glance over at my youngest who was moments ago was happily bouncing on the trampoline in just a diaper.
And here is where the story goes from happy everyday to miraculous. But it’s a rough go, so give it a chance.
As I look now, to my horror, I watch my 18 month old bounce high in the trampoline, somehow, right through the open zipper part of the netting, and land DIRECTLY on her head (no hands, no feet to “help” in this fall) and then make a second BOUNCE right into the pool, face down, straight into the shallow (18 inch shelf) part of the water.
She missed the stair.
My heart leaps out of my throat.
She is face down, arms out, legs out in the shallow water.
At this point I am already running across the shelf to get to her. She’s been facedown in the water for maybe three to four seconds. I knew as I was about to grab her that it wasn’t too long to be facedown in the water. I knew when she gasped for air as I picked up her body that she wasn’t drowning.
As her wet, shaky body soaked my shirt, I just held her while she cried. I held her against my body and began to pray. I prayed fervently, in the Spirit, I prayed and prayed. I didn’t have real words. I just said things out loud in a hurried whisper to the Lord, asking Him to intervene.
She stopped crying after maybe 12 seconds. She’s cried longer over us not letting her put on her shoes.
My older daughter decides she ready to get out of the pool. I pull back my youngest to examine her head. I notice a purple bump starting to form. I am familiar with this type of bump that shoots out immediately, my son had one awhile back and it was shocking how fast that part of his head could make a mini black and blue golf ball appear out of his skull.
I realize I need to get something cold on her head immediately. I get my older daughter into a towel and head inside, hoping I have some frozen vegetables in the freezer.
That was a huge fall. Not only did she fall OUT of the trampoline (at least a good two feet), she then took a second and bounced off the concrete INTO the pool hard enough to miss the stair.
HOW does that happen? WHY does this happen?
I get a bag of peas. I try to lay her down and put the peas on her head. She starts to scream, she is not having any of it. I get a second frozen bag of vegetables, and let her play with the cold corn while she sits in my lap. She lets me put the peas on her head for maybe five or ten seconds before swatting the away. I continue to pray.
I send my oldest upstairs to go play trains by herself. She protests a bit. It is only at this point she realizes I’m serious, and her eyes get big for a second. It registers. Mom is not joking.
I give the baby a few more minuets of frozen peas intervals until she decides she’s done with that. I take her upstairs to get dressed, at least she needs some clothes. As I lay her down to examine her head again, the bump looks smaller, and less purple, and more pink. I question if I’m imagining things. I decide I’m not and continue praying.
I check her pupil dilation, I look for any sign of distress, anything that is not normal. She decides she wants to play with her older sister. I let her, and continue to keep a hand on her (as much as she will let me) and pray. I pray and pray.
I ask God to please make up for my huge failings as a mother, to intervene on my behalf, for my baby. I remind the Lord that He loves her. That He loves her more than I do. I begin to calm down internally, a bit. I remember that He loves her more then I do.
The scriptures in Matthew about sparrows and the number of hairs on our head rush through my mind. I mix them into one in confusion:
Matthew 10:29-31″What is the price of two sparrows—one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.”
So, God knows when the sparrow falls, He knows when my youngest falls. He knows the hairs on my daughters head… she is valuable.
6:26-27 “Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?”
She is valuable to God. He will intercede for her if it is in accordance with His will. I beg Him that it is His will.
We go downstairs.
She eats a huge dinner.
She belches loudly with satisfaction after throwing some food on the ground.
This is my typical youngest. I sigh a momentarily sigh of relief.
I keep checking her head. The bump resembles a bump you’d have after a fall a few days prior. It looks light, and although there is still a bit of blue hue to the center, there is a tinge of green and then pink around that. It is almost completely flat. I am in wonder and still a bit of confusion.
My husband comes home. He looks at me like I’ve seen a ghost. I am emotionally unavailable. I’m still in shock that the entire thing happened. He looks at Ellie and can’t even find the bump the first time he checks. I make him look again and point it out. He’s too relaxed about the whole incident. I recount all the details, with “CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED?”
He can. He said kids fall all the time. He said I prayed and God listened, and healed her. Simple enough.
I am still in shock. I want to hold my baby, but she will have none of it. She wants to run around and play. After awhile, we put her to bed. I check on her hourly.
In all fairness, I feel like we deserve to be in an emergency room. I feel like I live in some other reality where things are not as they should be. I am confused and am trying to find myself in a place of extreme grace. A place of close calls. A place with sighs of relief.
I’m trying to get a grip on what actually happened.
What actually happened is that my youngest hit her head very hard, she then went under water. What happened is I was right there to grab her out of the water. What happened is that her head did not swell up, like it probably should have. What happened is that was almost a week ago, and she is still her complete self, her small bruise is gone.
The laws of physics say my daughter should have had a serious head injury. Possibly something worse. The laws of physics say a lot of things that don’t match up with the bible. Sometimes God operates outside of the laws of physics. Outside the laws of man. Sometimes He does things through us that we cannot do on our own.
All of this occurred a few days before the end of our 40 day fast. A few days before the worship, prayer and healing night at our church. Both my husband and I had volunteered to go and pray for others that night, to pray for healing; the spiritual, emotional and even physical kind. I was a firm believer of the first two, but a little bit skeptical of the last. I knew God could heal people with Jesus in the old times bible days, but today? In America? Maaaaaybe.
I witnessed a miracle right before my very own eyes. When I prayed, I did believe He could heal her. I had been talking to God so much during the fast, that I knew He could hear me, I didn’t doubt that. I also knew that He could heal her if it was in His will, so I prayed very much that it would be.
I say all of this to remind myself, that sometimes God does miracles. He does them in the suburbs of America, with a stay at home mom and baby, and a crappy (my fault) set up of trampoline next to pool catastrophe.
He gives us miracles we don’t deserve because He loves us, and doing so will bring us closer to knowing more of Him. Doing so will tell another beautiful part of the Greater Story going on.
Sometimes He allows us to go through difficult times, and says no, or not yet to a miracle, because He loves us and doing so will benefit us in the long run and will be another beautiful detail in Greater Story going on.
All of this reminds me that although I am but a very, very, very small piece of sand in this huge coastline of life, my requests are still important.
I am still important.
I am still important to the One who is the MOST Important.
And you are too.
He loves you.
Thanks for reading.