Our family had just finished prayer time, and we were all huddled around, laughing and talking. Sebastian was running around and tripped. His head knocked right into a piece of furniture, and blood started spewing. Ron, Clare and I raced off to the ER, and he got 5 stitches! Poor little guy!
Clare was especially fantastic, assuring Sebastian that he would be proud of his stitches after the fact, like she is of hers. As she predicted, he is much better today, simply LOVING telling every one his “glory story” and showing off his bandage. Thanks be to God for good doctors and health care. And thanks be to God for Sebastian. What a heart-breaker he is!