One thing you will ALWAYS find around my house is a first aid kit. "Oh, for the grandkids," you might think. No, it is for ME. You see, I am an a-number-one clutz. And as if that isn't enough, I have Meneire's Disease that disturbs my equilibrium thus making it impossible to catch myself once I start to fall. I have, however, been fortunate in the fact that I have only broken something three times. I have fractured my L2 vertebra and the fifth metatarsal on each foot. With my problems that's just the breaks (groan). I have always thanked God that so far (knock on wood) that I haven't broken anything serious yet.
My family tells me that my guardian angel is always working double shifts and once he gets exhausted and fall asleep, that's when I fall and break something. Otherwise, I usually skin my knee. I have since I was quite small and unlike other people, I never grew out of it. You can hardly see my knee for all the scars!
Want to know a funny thing? It seems that the older you get, the more that skinned knee hurts! I can remember skinning my knee as a kid and because I didn't want to miss anything, I would wait until the end of the game with blood streaming down my leg before I would go home and clean it. Now, it's ,"Bring me the Neosporin, some bandaids, and a Tylenol," before I even get off the ground. Maybe that is one way to tell your are getting older...by how much it hurts when you skin your knee.
Well, this past Monday, I fell and had a very confused and frightened puppy on a leash wrapped around my foot. Not only did I skin my knee, but the contortionist act I had to do to get the puppy to unwrap himself from my foot, made me pull MANY muscles in my lower back. Another funny thing, I did not hurt either Monday or Tuesday, but Wednesday when I bent over to pick up an article of clothing I had dropped, my lower back tied itself into a knot the size of Kansas! I have been on muscle relaxers and pain medicine to try to ease whatever I did to the muscles in my back.
Oops! Guardian angel missed that one (Just kidding).
Just because bad things happen to us or a person we love does not mean that your angel is off duty. No, he's still there. How do I know this????
I know this because God has given me a promise and He ALWAYS keeps HIS promises.
Psalm 91: 11-12 promises me," For He will give His angels orders concerning you, to protect you in all your ways. They will support you with their hands so that you will not strike your foot against a stone."
Now before you go off half-cocked, let me explain those verses in light of what happened to me Monday. You see, I have started to fall or have fallen many times because of the Meneire's Disease and either have not hit the ground or have hit the ground and gotten nothing more than a bruise. At this point in my life, I fall AT LEAST once a week. It is emabarrassing but I am getting used to just getting up, thanking people for their concern, and moving on with my red face.
But those verses do not apply to out and out stupidity. That is what caused my fall on Monday. My husband had failed to put the vacuum back where it belongs. I had a puppy tied to my waist trying to teach him to follow me since it is too hot to walk him, and I was twisting one of those broomstick skirts, not looking where I was going, on my way out of the laundry room and into my office to get a rubber band to keep it twisted. Ah, yes, a recipe for disaster if I ever heard one. I tripped over the vacuum, failed at trying to stop the fall with the broomstick, my knee hit the carpet HARD, and the puppy, try to keep me from killing him too, ran as far as the leash would allow. Now you get the picture? "Be sure your sins will find you out," my mom always said.
The verses in Psalms do apply to each and every one of us. We will never know this side of heaven how many fatal disasters we have missed because an angel kept us from being there or sent someone to save us. I think about the man that rescued a man that had fallen on the subway tracks. Or Capt. Sully who was able to land that plane safely in the Hudson River. Or the person who detained you 5 minutes talking about nothing that kept you from being in that mult-car wreck on the interstate. You just never know.
I told my pastor yesterday, "This too shall pass." and it will. While I am waiting for the muscle spasms to stop, I will have plenty of time to love on my dogs, rest, catch up on my reading, and spend some qualaity time with my husband. Hmmmm, minus the pain, that doesn't sound too bad, does it?
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