Accidents...

Some of the darkest days in my life have been two events that were accidents of mine that hurt my children. As a mom one of my high priorities is protecting my kids.After my accidents, I struggled with feeling like a failure. When Chandler was 19 months old, we were cleaning up at church after a coffee house event. Chandler spilled a cup of very hot coffee on himself. It broke my heart, and he still has the scars. How he even reached the coffee was a mystery, but he did. And I felt terrible. Then on one zero degree day in Chicago I flipped our car on an icy road with four of our kids in the car. Only one had a small cut, but the trauma of the event was rough. Once again I had failed to protect my children. Because of these events (and others), I love Joshua 20 which describes the cities of refuge. These were organized and put into motion for those who had accidents. The purpose of the cities of refuge was protection for those who accidentally killed someone. It was a place they could go to be tried and live for a time period. God made allowances for accidents.Before I had ever felt the guilt of failing as a mom, I liked the idea of the cities of refuge, but once I experienced these events these verses became beautiful. God knows...

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