We had been helping Seth tie fence. The girls were tired and ready for lunch (I was, too). I was driving across the pasture when I hit a hole, a deeper hole than I had seen the whole time and one of which I was completely unaware. Jael slid, Kate’s seat bounced, I jammed my arm into the steering wheel sending a sharp pain up my shoulder - and I feared that we would be stuck. Pushing the gas pedal, I said, “Oh dear God!” And Jael said, “Praise God.”
Yes, she is right. Praise God.
(Any time she falls and gets hurt now, she tearfully says, “Praise Jesus.”)
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