Last night our ambitious toddler decided she was going to go downstairs on her own - against her parents' request for her to wait. She knows how to go down one step at a time and hold on to the rail. I don't know exactly what happened, but one second she was stand up looking down at the steps and the next second she was taking a nose dive off the first floor. I yelled two words, "Jason" and "Jesus." (Jason was standing closer to her than I was, but he was unable to catch her.) It was all I could get out of my mouth, but it was enough.
Somehow she managed to stop herself on the third step and was laying peacefully face down lengthwise on the step. Jason was mad and I was glad. I was so relieved that I put together a long list of scriptures before we got Eva Mei and I confess them all the time. Psalm 91:9-12 is what saved her from going all the way to the bottom. I'm sure of it. "...For He will command His angels concerning Eva Mei to guard her in all her ways." I know there were angels on those steps that stopped her. And I'm glad I've been confessing Psalm 34:20 "The Lord protects all of Eva Mei's bones, not one of them will be broken." What you say about your kids is a matter of life and death, so speak life over them.