Two hundred points, to be exact.
Let me start from the beginning…
Yesterday afternoon I was finishing up a display board that I put together for my Dad’s business when I ran out of tacks. So last night I picked up a pack of 200 tacks and set them on my bed where the whole project was laid out.
Justin was not able to come home until late last night. So after tucking the kids into bed I warmed up the leftovers and sat on the back porch while he ate.
Meanwhile…back in Micah’s room, he decided to get out of bed and instead of coming to where he knew we were, he went to our bedroom.
Yep…are you seeing the point yet?
He took the whole box of tacks back down the hall and just in front of his bedroom door and the girl’s bedroom door he managed to pry the plastic package open.
You know, the kind of package that takes an adult 4 years, 2 pairs of scissors, and 1 engineering degree to open!
Anyways, they did not stay in the package but rather flew all over the floor making an almost solid land mind of tacks for anyone trying to get in or out of the girl’s bedroom.
However, some how and some way, Abby was able to make her way out of her bedroom and come get us. She didn’t say what the problem was, just that we needed to come “NOW!”.
When Justin & I rounded the corner we couldn’t believe our eyes. He grabbed the flashlight for extra help and went about picking up all 200 tacks. The whole time we were praising God that neither Micah nor Abby got hurt which is simply amazing.
So the point of this story is we are thankful for God’s protection in the small things.
And we repeat that thought for about 199 more times!
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This would be a Thankful Thursday post…if only I knew someone who was currently doing a link-up for such posts. Anyone know someone who hosts this?