Hi, Drew here, or as Opa calls me, A. Dale. What an adventure on Sunday! I was exploring before we went to church. I was on the second floor and found a little door. I opened the little door and then it all happened very, very fast. I hurtled down to the first floor, screaming all the way. I came out feet first in the laundry room on the first floor. Uncle Bruce said it was good Mommy and Daddy don’t do laundry several times a day. I had a soft landing.
When Opa heard I was OK, he laughed and then remembered. One Sunday morning in 1950 he was ready for church, playing outside waiting for his Mommy and Daddy. He fell on a step and had to go to the emergency room. Dr. Kampe sewed 15 stitches over his eye.
Then Opa told me about an old painting. A child is leaning over a bridge but an angel is there to protect the child. Opa says you might remember that painting. Opa said big people pray our heavenly Father to send angels to watch over all God’s children. They do! I am proof that there are angels even at the bottom of a laundry chute.
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