We learned this weekend that croquet balls can be lethal.
Caleb loves to play with the croquet set whenever he gets a chance to run in the garage. His favorite thing is to bowl them down the cement part of the driveway to the rocks. There isn't much of an incline, but there are always a few bumps along the way to set him giggling.
This weekend Peter the Ambitious decided to undertake to MAKE a bookcase with a drop down secretary-type desk for the alcove in Daniel's room. (Isn't he wonderful AND amazing?) Anyway, he decided he needed more space to spread his tools and wood out out, so he asked me to hold on to the boys while he backed his Explorer out. I sat down on the basketball goal and took the boys, one in each arm while we smiled at Daddy slowly backing out.
Then we heard a loud POP (as the ball shot out from the edge of the tire), and a yellow blur sped past us, just at eye height. It couldn't have been more than 6 feet away from Caleb and hit a tree before landing some 30 yards away near the property line.
Peter and I just stared at each other.
God's protection is so perfect. It would have probably killed Caleb if it had hit him, or it could have really done some serious damage to Daniel or me.
Thank the Lord for His protection!!!
P.S. The croquet ball had a chuck out of it from hitting the tree. Now the entire set has been put up, out of little hands' reach. I still can't stop hugging the kids. Life is so precious, and fragile.
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