By Andrea Merrell
Last week I shared about my flat tire when leaving the Cove. In weeks and months past, I’ve talked about getting stung by yellow jackets, running into the back of my husband’s car, and sending a scathing e-mail into cyberspace by mistake.
The other day, as I entered my office with a cup of hot tea and prepared to place it on my desk, the handle broke completely off, and the contents poured across the top of my desk. The crazy part is that I was so stunned I just stood there staring in disbelief as the liquid infiltrated my keyboard and inched toward my important papers.
Life happens; we all know that. But sometimes it catches us by such surprise we don’t know what to do. We find ourselves out on the proverbial limb, hanging on for dear life.
Years ago, I fell over the side of the stairwell (a little over six feet) and did a belly buster onto the floor—after crashing into a child’s wooden rocking chair. For several moments I couldn’t—or rather didn’t—move, not sure whether or not anything was broken. When my husband finally got me up, we surveyed the damage. The only thing broken was the arm of the rocker, the remains of which was chiseled into a sharp point. When I realized I could have literally been impaled by this piece of wood, it became abundantly clear how much I had to be thankful for.
There’s a song that says, “Life is hard, but God is good,” and I have found this to be true—all the time. He can take our messes, mistakes, and accidents and turn them into a blessing. He doesn't miss a single opportunity to turn ashes into beauty and mourning into dancing.
God not only knows everything we go through, He cares. And not only does He care, He is waiting for us to call on Him so He can come to our rescue.
Won't you call on Him today?
God not only knows everything we go through, He cares. And not only does He care, He is waiting for us to call on Him so He can come to our rescue.
Won't you call on Him today?
(Photos courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net/Mister GC/kibsri.)
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