Riding his bike this afternoon, Jackson wiped out in the alley. Our alley is not the cleanest place for a young man to get a wound in his hand. Dogs, trash and just last week three elm trees cut down.
Kristen cleaned the wound and did her best to bandage the palm of his hand. After his shower she had me look at it, there was a lot of red around the sore and a line starting up his forearm.
Jackson (and Aurora) didn't understand why we were concerned. As we explained it to them, fear and concern filled their eyes. We assured them that good Doctors and good medicine would fix things up.
They were still worried. We prayed and Kristen and Jackson headed off to Urgent Care at Children's. By the time the Dr saw Jackson the red line was up to his bicep. They said it wasn't in the blood, but in the muscle. A strong shot of penicillin and it receded. Pills for ten days to follow.....
Aurora still worried. She paced the living room, praying for her beloved brother. I tried to explain to her that God didn't want us to worry, but rather to trust Him. She put on her 'Papa shirt', miles too big, but comforting to her, climbed into her Mom's bed, hug an animal and told me she won't worry. But I wasn't to leave the room. Then little Elli joined her, snuggling close. Soon the Princess was asleep and the little dog stay right there until Jackson came home.
Dwight's cat knew when he needed comforted, and now Elli. God is good, even with our pets. And Drs and medicine.