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When my oldest daughter was about ten months old, I fell down our basement stairs while carrying her. I held on to her as tightly as I could, but towards the bottom of the stairs she rolled out of my arms and onto a thin mat covering the concrete floor. Funny thing was, her little body landed on the mat incredibly slowly, as if she was being set down gently by someone. She never cried or acted afraid, and when I picked her up and examined her I found zero marks or bruises. She was happy and fine.

I, on the other hand, had scratches and bruises all down my back, but it could have been way worse.

I always tell her she had an Angel then and that she still does today. My younger daughter also has a miracle story that I tell, and there are so many more times that God has been there whether I knew it at the time or not.

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