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Choosing Presence

by in:Encouragement

As our family was leaving the house, our middle child fell down the stairs busting his chin open. My husband and I scrambled to get everyone back inside and assess the situation. Our son was dripping blood on the floor and his shirt. My husband knelt down with our son, reassuring him and taking a look at the wound. “He’s going to need stitches,” he said. I jumped into a frenzied task mode, running to change my clothes so that I didn’t get blood on the cute outfit I was wearing. Then I started wiping up the blood from the floor before it soaked in and stained the light colored grout and tile ...

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