A Refuge and Shelter
It has
been a rough couple of weeks for the Morris children, but we are constantly
reminded of God’s protection and presence in our lives in the midst of
difficulties. Both boys had a stomach
virus the same day (but it hit Cole far worse than Lane.) Luckily, Cana escaped getting sick but did
her share of getting into things while Nafisa was busy tending to the boys and
Trevor was at school. They fortunately
recovered quickly. A few days later, the
boys were playing and little Lane fell and hit his head on the wall. It made a small cut in his head that bled
quite a bit! Luckily, it was just a
small cut, so we decided to just keep an eye on it. It is healing well on its own. The next day, less than an hour after
starting his first class, Trevor got a call that Cole was not feeling
well. By the time he arrived, Cole had
already gotten sick to his stomach.
Fortunately, it was short-lived and he never got sick again. Instead, he enjoyed the day off with Cana and
Lane.
However, the following day, (this
past Tuesday), we had taken all the kiddos and the dog to the park. They were having a good time, and we were
preparing to leave when Cole tripped while running. He landed face-first on the metal handlebar
of a seesaw. Many stitches (internal and
external) later, he is doing alright.
The plastic surgeon that was called in to sew him up told Trevor that
the gash in his forehead and nose went all the way to his skull. We hate that this happened, but I am amazed
by how many circumstances fell into place that only the Lord could
arrange. We happened to be together so
that one of us could stay with Cole and the other could take the rest of the
kiddos home. We happened to be at the
park across the street from a friend’s house who happened to have a car (most
of our friends, like us, do not) and who happened to be home and able to drive
Cole and Trevor to the emergency room.
(Here in Costa Rica, it would have taken about 30 minutes to get an
ambulance there…if it actually showed up.)
When Trevor realized that he didn’t have his wallet with him, we had
another friend who was able to take it to him and go back to pick them both up
when Cole was finished getting stitched up.
Our family doctor here happened to be leaving the hospital at the same
time, so our friend that drove the guys to the hospital was able to stop
him. He consulted with the E.R. doctor
and they decided to call in the specialist.
And finally, it’s no small blessing that if Cole had fallen just
slightly differently, he would have lost an eye. We are also thankful for social media that
allowed us to quickly convey to our friends and family what happened so they
could be praying for Cole. In this whole
ordeal, our kiddos (and us!) have been able to see another awesome example of
the power of prayer.
In light of times like these, we
are reminded that God is indeed our refuge and help in times of trouble. Praise the Lord!
I
will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I
trust.” Psalms 91:2
Amen! Praying for no more injuries or illnesses for the Morris family!
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