The Nails

Last night there was an accident at our house.  It was close to the boys bedtime, but they needed to burn off some extra energy. This happens often, and when Mommy and Daddy are "kaput," we usually send them upstairs to Jackson's room to "jump and slide." His bed is a play-fort with a platform, ladder, and a slide.  Last night was one of those nights.  

I was in our bedroom reading, and Jason was in the office doing some work. I could hear the boys laughing and playing, but suddenly, the playing sounds turned to screaming. We have had some pretty scary stuff happen in our house concerning the boys...an arm catch on fire, two people fall down a flight of stairs, and more.. So, I guess I'm sort of on high alert. As soon as I realized something was off, I was running and praying aloud. The twins met me at the middle of the staircase crying, "Jack fell" and "Jack's stuck."  Sprinting up the stairs and holding my breath as I turned the corner, I found him.  He had fallen behind his headboard, in between where it meets with the wooden fort. These two structures (the headboard and fort) are supposed to be attached--with many, long sharp nails.  

He caught himself by his arms and was hanging there...kicking and screaming.  As soon as I saw him, I knew he had nails in his chest.  I did not know how many, or how deep they were. Still praying aloud, I pulled the headboard back with my left arm, slipped my right arm around and in front of him and was careful to pull him straight back off the nails--to not cause more damage.  Then I lifted him out.  Right then Jason came running in the room.  I laid him on the floor as we, frantically, were looking for the injuries and the blood...but there was none. We flipped him over, looked at his back, flipped him back.. I refocused my eyes... We could not believe what we were seeing. Praying turned to praising.  There is no way possible those nails did not at LEAST scratch him.  He was wedged, with all of his weight on his chest, plus the weight of the headboard.

I held him and rocked him while Jason tended to the twins, and we all calmed down.  Jason and I started thanking God. When I pray over him in that very bed as he sleeps, I ask the Lord to protect him and to surround him with powerful angels.  He is faithful. So faithful.

This morning I was talking to God about a personal struggle I have been having with my thoughts.  He reminded me that when the negative/sinful thoughts come, to rebuke them and replace them with a Philippians 4:8 thought. I asked Him to give me one for today--just a default, pure, joyful thought.. 

He gave me one. "Think on the cross and your children."

He then showed me that last night, OUR precious little son, was saved by Him from being pierced by those horrible nails...  Yet, He sent HIS most precious, only Son to endure those horrible nails and so much more...for us.  Oh how He loves us...

"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed" Isaiah 53:5

3-5 inches apart/Aprox. 1.75 inch in length

"And when Jesus had said this, He showed them His hands and His feet" Luke 24:40