never thought three short weeks ago we would be wheeling our precious little girl down the corridor in a wheel chair. my mind can hardly take it in.
my worries have shifted from her body to her mind. just before going to bed tonight she asked me to pray with her again. she was thinking “bad things,” she said. she will often talk about the whole accident from start to finish. she remembers every detail. one day she turned to me and said, “did you see the barn floor? it was full of blood.” my heart breaks when i think of this, but every time i remind her that god delivered 