Sunday, June 26, 2011

No Weapon Formed Against You. . .

I am not sure what the legalities are for blogging about an investigation that is on-going. I will keep the details of the investigation minimal. But, I want to give a brief account of the events that took place for our family this weekend, because I want you to know that GOD STILL PERFORMS MIRACLES.

Nevermind the fact that God has shown up during our daughter’s cancer diagnosis, during her surgery, during her fevers and bacterial infections and EVERYTHING else. And of course he is watching over her now as her last MRI was clean.

But, this, THIS, was out of nowhere.

Let me first start out by telling you we live in a townhouse.


On Saturday morning, I went to get Eliana from her crib. She had a small scratch above her left eye. I thought maybe she had scratched herself with her nails, but asked my sister to look in her crib for a toy or something that might have scratched her overnight, so we could make sure it doesn’t happen again.

My sister began to move Eliana’s blankets and stuffed animals around and found what appeared to be a small metal “nub” of some sort.

We both commented that it looked like a bullet, laughed at how ridiculous that was and wondered what it broke off of.

I brought Eliana on to the floor and got her dressed for the day. My sister sat down on a sharp piece of pink plastic from a toy, tossed it and we didn’t think much of it.

The boys came in to see Eliana and they noticed some powder on the stovetop of her kitchen. I said, “It’s probably baby powder that got spilled” and finished getting Eliana dressed. When we stood up, we noticed a hole in the wall above her kitchen. There's the white powder - drywall. My sister commented that it looked like it came from the other side and was pushing out. I called for my husband to come look. His reaction was quick and his voice was panicked.

“That’s a bullet hole.”

“What!?!”

“And THAT is the bullet.”

Oh, sweet, sweet, Jesus, you spared her life. . . again.

A bullet in my daughter’s crib. Who would ever imagine?

My mother came in and found the bullet hole in the crib that we had missed. It was facing downward as the projection of the bullet moved at a downward angle once it entered Eliana’s room.

We found her bright pink baby doll bassinet, one side was splattered with drywall where the bullet entered it and made a whole clear on the other side. There was the pink plastic broken toy part on the floor. We found tiny shards of crib mixed in her blanket. There’s what hit her eye.


“Did you hear anything last night? Did anyone hear anything last night?”

“Yes, I heard what I thought was a toy falling. . .or Caleb falling out of the bottom bunk like he does at least once a week.”

That was the shot?

“I did get up to check on Eliana after she was fussing. I didn’t turn the light on. She fussed for a minute and seemed to roll back over. I went back to bed.”

That was her eye getting hit?

We called the police and waited a while for them to arrive. We began to discuss how no one knows if the neighbors are even okay, but we didn’t know if we should go over there or wait for the police. No one really knew what to do.

The police arrived and we learned the neighbors were fine. And this is where the story will lose its detail. I don’t know what I can share with you, because it is an investigation. I will tell you that it appears to be accidental in nature and that awkward apologies were made. I will also tell you that it appears truth is being hidden and I pray that God would bring things to light for his purposes and glory. 

The bullet hit the crib’s top bar at a downward angle, and should have kept going until it hit the mattress, the other side of the crib, the wall in between the slats or my precious sleeping baby girl. But it just fell. It just fell onto her mattress, fully intact, speckled with drywall. And the crib splintering could have blinded her, but it just bruised her along her brow bone. 

It doesn’t make sense. We don’t know what stopped that bullet.

Oh, but we do know, don’t we?

In the middle of the night, while we slept soundly in our beds and other people were reckless and thoughtless and dangerous, my God was watching over my sweet Eliana.

I don’t know what God has planned for Eliana’s future. I hope with everything in me that it is a long, long future. But, whatever it is, he is THERE. He is always, always there. And nothing will hurt her unless he gives it permission to. No tumor, no surgery, no infection, no bullet. Everything is subject to God’s will.


And, you, yes, YOU, . . .he is watching over you as well. Who knows what plans God has for your life? But, he has plans and nothing will prevent him from keeping those plans. Nothing. Whatever comes at you, whatever is allowed to touch you, is only allowed to as part of his plan. There’s freedom in that. Rest in it!

Be amazed by our God today. He is worthy of all our wonder, all our awe. He is worthy.

I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
 My help comes from the LORD,
who made heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot be moved;
he who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, he who keeps Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD is your keeper;
the LORD is your shade on your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all evil;
he will keep your life.
The LORD will keep
your going out and your coming in
from this time forth and forevermore.
Psalm 121 ESV


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