His Mercies are New Every Morning

Our granddaughter is asking for pen and paper to communicate while she can't speak!  She is in the hospital due to a bad accident on a four-wheeler and waiting on specialists' assessments before they remove her intubation.  Not only is she writing notes, she is requesting and listening to praise and worship music from the speaker at the head of her bed. What better way to heal?

Last night at church, I placed a beautiful, framed photograph of her on the altar, and all the church gathered around and prayed for her.  After the prayer, I started to remove it, but the pastor asked me to leave it there.  It was almost like praying for her in person.  And from today's report, He is moving!  Her physicians are finding the situation not nearly as dire as was feared when she left her admitting hospital some four hours away.  Apparently, she improved en route!  Just like God!

The two 15-year-old cousins, along with her 14-year-old sister and his 10-year-old sister, had taken out the four-wheelers for a daring, fun adventure, although they knew they were not supposed to ride them that day.  After safely manipulating through woods, they emerged to find an iron pipe blocking the path of Corrin's vehicle, which would have hit the little girl riding with her, had she not turned to the right and taken the blow herself.  Her boy cousin managed to flag down help to call the ambulance. 

One of the things she wrote on the pad was, "I'm sorry, Mama."  This is a sweet, sensitive and spiritual child, although she has a sense of derring do, which I imagine will be curbed by this sobering incident.  Her brother was involved in a similar, but less serious, accident a couple of years ago, which has changed his outlook on safety considerably.

Ironically, our own daughter, Julie, had almost the same type of injuries from a car accident when she was about that age.  Her doctor told us that if the blow were an inch higher or lower, she wouldn't be with us.  Corrin's doctor told her parents the same thing.  How merciful that an angel kept her from looking up or down on impact!

Growing up is hard, with lots of bumps along the way on the road to maturity.  Thank you, God, for keeping our youth!  And for keeping Corrin through the surgeries now scheduled for tomorrow!