Two weeks ago when we were visiting a friend, Malachai and Josu went up to her rooftop to see her two German Shepherds. I was in the garden when I heard screaming and barking . . . I flew (flew!) up the steps to the rooftop and was able to pull the dogs off of Malachai. Although Malachai's leg was covered in deep scratches from the dog's teeth, there was no significant damage.
This week as we walked to the library, the kids stopped at the street corner - 20 feet ahead of us - and waited to cross the street. A car lost control and crashed into the corner opposite where my kids were standing.
On Sunday we ate lunch with the church. We were eating inside as Malachai, Josu, and Selma were eating outside. My friend Martha was sitting near the kids and noticed Malachai's face going blue; she had the insight to realize that he was choking, and was able to dislodge the chicken bone in his throat just in time.
I know that God cares tenderly for my family; I know that he cares for us even in the gentle, mundane course of life. These poignant reminders, though, have urged my heart to pause a little more than usual and to thank him.
He is so good!