Lesson Learned From an Unsettled Heart
A week ago, I walked into the living room after evening bath time to find a sweetie perched upon daddy's lap with a tissue compressed on a little finger. I saw the blood and asked what happened but the sweetie said they did not know. I asked again how a cut that large could happen and a person not know. Shoulders shrugged. We seem to forget how things happen when we should not have been doing them. I asked again and again and flatly declared that the truth was not being told and that God and the child knew what happened. As I thought of the behaviors and activities before the cut, it occurred to me what probably happened and this sweetie was to ashamed to tell on themselves. I asked bluntly, after much prying, if that is what happened and I heard a low peep, "maybe." I explained that we needed to know so that we could care for the sweetie properly. All band aided up, hugged, and pr...