Last year Taylor fell down and had to get stitches on his forehead. It was a dark, snowy, wintery evening. A friend took our other children until Justin could get home. As we were driving there we got lost in a neighborhood with steep roads. As we were driving up one road I realized the van would not be able to make it so I tried to pull into a driveway to turn around. It was so slippery, I was certain we would either crash into a car or just lose control and roll down the hill and possibly crash into a house. I was nervous, but calm at the same time. We made it out and got to the hospital safely.
At the hospital I was talking to Justin on the phone, he said when he got home with the kids. They knelt down to say a prayer to bless Taylor and to make sure that mommy and Taylor would make it to the hospital safely. We realized that prayer was said right when we were on that steep hill.
It was a tender mercy for our family. I feel so grateful knowing that Heavenly Father is so aware of us and continually answers prayers in big things and little things.
