A week ago, Hannah fell down a few steps in our home, and then recovered so fully that we cancelled an appointment for an x-ray that afternoon. She's been lifting, twisting, pulling and playing so comfortably ever since that it was hard to imagine anything could possibly be wrong. But a few times, when we put pressure on her forearm, she'd wince, enough that when we got home from our road trip, we thought it was worth ruling out a possible problem.
God hasn't changed.
Apparently He's not in any hurry to allow us to "do" our life all by ourselves.