They just keep getting bigger. Last Thursday we were, the children and I, in a car accident that brought the end to the van. Aside from plenty of soreness and several stitches, though we are fine.
I am amazed again at the way God has protected and provided for us during all this time. I feel like He allowed all these things to happen, but so limited the consequences such that we remain intact, whole people. Each accident--Simon's fall, the falling picture frame, and now the car accident--could have ended with so much more brokenness, yet in each instance I find myself counting the ways God put boundaries on the damage, ways that He protected us in the midst.