Oh! No! The words resounded in my brain. Seeing the sidewalk accelerate toward me was upsetting; especially when I realized I was propelling toward it. Who knows why, but I tripped over the curb while herding grandchildren into a new eatery: one with enormous windows, affording the patrons a view of my debacle.
Miraculously, and I use the word deliberately, I had a slow and soft landing; almost as if time slowed down and a giant, invisible hand slowed the inevitable. Sorry to say, I did not arise with the same grace that seemed to break my fall.
Hallelujah! I did not break or bruise the body! Yes, I am still shaking, thinking about what might have been. You know, I don’t bounce like I used to bounce. Although I have extra padding, it doesn’t protect my knees, wrists, or forehead!
Scripture says God sets His angels over me – and thee — dear reader.
He ordered his angels to guard you
wherever you go.
If you stumble, they’ll catch you;
their job is to keep you from falling.
(Psalm 91:11-12 from THE MESSAGE.)
So, I am writing to praise God, and thank anybody who saw me going down, and prayed for my protection, including my grandkids: Thank you!
There is only one thing more painful than learning from experience, and that is not learning from experience. ~Laurence J. Peter
Memo to self . . . intercession when I see or hear about people’s troubles is a way to stay useful, even when I wind up flat on my face for no discernable reason, saying Oh! No!