Miracles Never Cease

This evening, at 8:45 p.m. approximately, Spencer and I bolted into the car and drove our little baby boy to the hospital.  He had been climbing and fell (on his eye) onto the pointy latch piece of our dog kennel door.  He was screaming bloody murder, and crying blood.  His eye was already swelling shut, and, all in all, it did not look good.  On our way out the door Spencer gave him a blessing and we sped (literally) to the hospital.  The staff where super helpful and got us right back to a room, and a doctor saw us within 30 minutes of our arrival.  At this point our sweet, wonderful boy was no longer crying, but playing with the remote control on the hospital bed.  Miraculously, the point missed his eye altogether and it appears that his vision will not be at all affected.  Further miracle, his tear duct also seems to be unharmed and the cut on the inner part of his lower eyelid was small enough to avoid sutures.  In essence, James miraculously has a super swollen eye, a small cut, and no serious damage to his eye.  I've been using the word miracle a lot, but it is a miracle!  For the way he fell, and the object he landed on, there was no possible way it could have been better. He could have easily lost all sight in his eye.  I know God was watching over my baby and keeping him safe, and I am so grateful that my little James will walk away from this with nothing worse than a really nice shiner (which of course he will show off to his friends).  How wonderful is it that we have a God of miracles, and that those miracles aren't stuck in antiquity, but they are in the here and now for us and our families!