A Seemingly Inconsequential Decision

Have you ever made a decision you didn't even plan to make? Did you wonder why you made it? Have you ever lacked good reasons for the decision you made? Well, I made one of those decisions yesterday and I'm so thankful that I did!

Yesterday morning I got up like normal and checked on D to see if he was awake. He was still sleeping so I jumped into the shower, got dressed, and checked on him again. Still sleeping. He's been getting up for school almost every morning without needing to be woken up. This particular morning he kept sleeping. I got ready for the day and checked on him again. It was now 8:00 and instead of heading out the door to get to the kindergarten, he was still sawing logs. Even though I knew it wouldn't necessarily make it any easier for language study, etc., I decided he must be tired and could use a break from going to school. (It's not really school this year - more like learning how to get along, play with others, walk in a line, and follow instructions.) So I decided to let him sleep until he got up on his own, which was only a few minutes later, but too late to get him to school on time.

In the afternoon there was a meeting for the parents at the kindergarten. They were talking about money, programs, etc., etc., and then the director said that a wall had fallen in the school that day. I didn't even understand what she was talking about, but one of my friends leaned over and told me that it was a half wall that makes a partition between the toilets and the sinks in the bathroom. It was the bathroom that is used by Dawson's class (every class - maybe 10-12 - has their own bathroom). There were three little boys in the bathroom when it fell and it landed on them. Thankfully none of them were injured, or so we've been told. At the very least, I'm sure it was a very frightening experience for them.

Today when I picked Dawson up from school, he told me that his teacher has a broken arm. I looked at a fellow mom from church and she confirmed that yes, one of the class teachers had broken her arm while trying to hold up the wall while it fell.

I have no way of knowing if Dawson would have been one of the little boys in the bathroom at the time, but I am so thankful that God caused me to keep him at home when I had no good reason for doing so. I'm glad he kept Dawson sleeping when normally he would have awoken on his own. I'm very grateful for God's protection!