There I was, lying flat on my back on the dining room floor. My head had just hit, right after my lower torso and shoulder settled there. I must surely be hurt, I thought, since I had tumbled all the way down the hardwood stairs, twisted a 180, and finally landed on my back only moments before.
Only a minute or so prior I had been half awake as I went in to check on my daughter on the way to the bathroom. Somehow, I had by-passed the bathroom door frame and taken the stairs instead.
As I lay on the floor, my next (ludicrous) thought was how thankful I was that I had mopped the floor the day before, since a few days ago our little dog had been rather “ill” in the same spot I now occupied. All at once, I realized I wasn’t hurt, merely out of breath and a little shaken…no broken bones, no fractures, no blood. How thankful I was to God! I knew instantly the twisting acrobatics I performed on my way down, from a forward pitch to a backward fall had been His doing; His grace saving me from a broken nose, or a fractured wrist in attempts to break a forward fall.
I needed a few minutes to “catch my breath” so I just stayed put, thinking how God had let me know He was still there, still listening to my prayers, still taking care of me. Only hours before I had foolishly succumbed to lies of the enemy, causing my anguished soul to lose all manner of hope. And now, here I was, being still and knowing, without a doubt, that God was indeed Lord of my life, and always would be.
“Know that the Lord is God. It is He who made us, and we are His; we are His people, the sheep of his pasture. “ Psalm 100:3
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