Today I'm thankful for my nephew Caleb. Last Wednesday, he got hit by a car. He was standing at the back of his car when a car pulled into the parking lot and slid into him on the ice. Angels were all around him protecting him. He was fine--just a couple of bumps and bruises. He was taken to the hospital anyway, just to be sure he was okay. The lady that hit him had to back up her car cause the tip of his shoe was stuck under her tire. My mom called me and told me he was hit by a car, that she thought he was okay, but didn't really know what was going on. I started to pray, and over and over all I could say was, "Thank you God for Caleb" There was such an atmosphere of praise in my prayers. I've never prayed like that before; it was amazing. There was no fear there, just praising God for Caleb, that he's a child of promise, and that God has great plans for his life. Caleb was home within a few hours playing like normal! (This picture is over a year old, he looks more grown up now) As for the post title: Alaina calls him Klove, Andrew (his brother) calls him Kbub, and I call him Caleb.
