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“ʽ13Some people brought children to Jesus for Him to place His hands on them and to pray for them, but the disciples scolded the people. 14Jesus said,‘Let the children come to me and do not stop them, because the Kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.’ 15He placed His hands on them and then went away. ʼ” (Matthew 19:13-15)
After leaving work, while driving to pick my daughter up from daycare, I thought to myself … “Finally, a normal uneventful day!” I was smiling to myself as I parked my car and began walking toward her classroom. At the moment that I entered the building, something changed the atmosphere. I doubled the pace of my steps, while all of the sudden hurrying to her classroom. She was sitting in her teacher’s lap, crying hysterically, holding her tiny arm. It was right then, that I knew this day wasn’t going down in the history books as normal after all.
I ran into the room and asked what had happened. The teacher explained that she hadn’t phoned me because she knew I was in route and would be arriving shortly. Apparently, my daughter had been crying and was inconsolable for about 30 minutes. She was holding her arm the entire time, and wouldn’t let anyone near it. As I picked her up and held her in my arms, I found that not even I could comfort her. No one saw her fall, but she seemed to be in so much pain; I wondered if her arm was broken.
As we left the daycare, it seemed to take forever to get her into her car seat. The screams became bloodcurdling as I tried to put her arm through the straps. I was shaken beyond words, but I knew I had to get my baby to the nearest hospital, and I had to move quickly. Before I backed out of the parking space, I prayed that God would comfort my baby and guide me to the hospital facility that would provide us with immediate, proper help.
On the way to the emergency room, I watched her in my rear view mirror as her shrieking subsided into what sounded like sad muffled moans. As I watched her clinching her little arm, my heart broke. It then occurred to me that dinner time was approaching. Knowing that emergency room visits can be notoriously long, I zipped into a fast food drive thru and purchased something for her to eat.
Once we got to the hospital, I had to literally pry her from the car seat which caused the bawling to begin again. By the time we got to the registration area, the shrills echoed throughout the hallways. The staff was sympathetic and swift, as we were taken to see a doctor in just a matter of a few minutes.
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