It was a traumatic day. Well, not traumatic day, but there were definitely some traumatic moments to this day. I'm exhausted. But I don't want to go to sleep before writing about the story of this day. Because I have a story to tell...
This morning during our Bible time, the kids and I read about the blind man who was born blind. The disciples asked Jesus if the man was born blind because of his sin or his parents' sin. Jesus said neither was true. This man was born blind so that God's work and power would be shown through him. And God healed the blind man for His glory. I told the kids that sometimes things happen that seem to be "bad things", but that God changes them and uses them to show His power and for His glory.
This afternoon, I was watching my brother's kids for a little bit while he went to the doctor. The older kids were playing outside, and then Sophia and Ian run in to tell me that Ezra had fallen. At that exact same time, I heard the loud cry. I ran out to the porch to find Ezra with blood pouring down his face and a hole in his forehead. I'm getting tears in my eyes right now and almost crying, just remembering it. It was bad. Very bad. He had jumped off the porch and hit his head right on the corner of our brick porch step. The brick had split through his forehead to the skull.
My first reaction was to call Dell. I had 6 kids at the house, and I needed him to come home because someone was going to need to take Ezra to the E.R. He knows I'm not really a panicky type person, so without hesitation, he said he was coming home. (My hero.)
Ezra cried for probably less than a minute, and then was eerily calm. No pain. Nothing. Ian, Ezra's oldest cousin, really stepped up to help me and took the little ones out of the living room and helped calm Sophia. I was so proud of how he helped handle things. Ezra and I sat on the couch, and he started telling me he didn't feel too good and he just wanted to rest against my shoulder. I don't know much about head trauma, but I have always heard not to let someone go to sleep who may have a concussion. So I continued to hug/comfort him, but didn't let him "rest" against me. By this time, he started losing color in his lips. This momma was SCARED.
I walked him out to the porch, so that he could be ready to go the moment Dell pulled in the driveway. By this time, his lips were white and his body started feeling cold. I figured he was already experiencing some shock since he wasn't in any pain, but I didn't know if he was about to pass out or worse?! What was going on?? I was in panic mode. I text to Dell, "Come now. He's getting cold." And then kneeling beside Ezra in the chair, this momma called out loud to God Almighty. I don't remember my exact prayer, but something along the lines of, "God, I know you see us and you see my Ezra. And I pray in Jesus name that you will touch my little boy right now and that he will be okay." People reading this.......God touched my baby boy!!!! Within seconds, that little boy started to get color back in his lips. WE didn't do anything different. We were just sitting there waiting on Daddy. But God did something, and I KNEW that God heard my prayer and touched my baby boy. And he revealed it in my heart that He had heard my prayer, and I just told Him, "I believe in You."
Dell got home a few minutes later and was a wreck. I'm gonna admit, that to see my manly husband broken and concerned over our little boy made my love for him double in size. He told me that he called 911 and that they should be at the house any moment. Sure enough a couple of minutes later, the firemen, policemen, and EMTs arrived. They checked him out. By this time, Ezra's lips were nearly back to full color. They couldn't believe how calm and "tough" Ezra was considering how bad his head looked. He didn't appear to have a concussion! I'm so thankful for these guys. They did so good with Ezra and were so kind and professional. They told us that he definitely needed to go to the E.R. to get his head looked at and sewn up, but that he should be fine! God had helped him!
Dell took Ezra to the E.R., and Daniel took Sophia and Amos back to his house so that I could join Ezra at the hospital. They stitched him up, and he was as calm as a cucumber. When the doctor explained to me that the brick had gone through skin, muscle, and to the bone and that she was putting 3 stitches on the inside and 5 stitches on the outside, I nearly passed out. Literally. I had to drink a Sprite and put my head between my legs. I can watch a C-section delivery with blood everywhere, but when it comes to my babies that's a different story!! But the great news is my Ezra boy was okay!!! So thankful for family members who were praying!
While at the E.R., my friend texted me. She works with Dell and had seen him leave in a rush, so she was checking to make sure that everything was ok and assured me that she was praying for Ezra. I told her what had happened, how scary it was, and how we had prayed and that God helped Ezra...Well, tonight she texted me these words:
"A friend texted me just this afternoon that she needed to know that God was real and that He heals people. So I was able to use your story today of God just healing Ezra and giving him color back immediately after praying to encourage a friend who was really doubting that God was real! I told her, what if God allowed Ezra's accident to show her that He is real and He hears us and He heals??! She was encouraged and said thank you! Tell God Ezra used him!"
Whoa. God brought to my mind just what we had read about this morning, and how God used the blind man to show His power and glory by healing him. Did God use Ezra in this way? To encourage this friend? To encourage you, reader? Maybe. Very possibly. I know that He is able. And He works in the intricate details of our lives because He is quite able and big enough to do that.
Tonight Ezra is sleeping beside me. I'm gonna feel better with him right beside me. But we are not alone. "The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, and delivers them." Psalm 34:7. Praise God for that!!!
*I have a picture of the wound (hole) that I texted to Dell after it happened, but I decided not to post it due to its graphic nature.
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