Thursday, September 11, 2008

I fall down, He lifts me up

Tuesday morning, sunshine, bright blue skies, crisp air and quiet time before I headed out to run some errands.

I had a giddy son who had been working on an S10-pickup for 3 years, who had just gotten it road-ready. He purchased his little truck when he was 13 from ebay. Over the course of said time, he disassembled it-ALL OF IT, like the box, the cab, the dash, the motor- everything was taken apart and put back together. I'm tellin' you, his glee blessed my heart-you know how that is?

Now I had the motherly privilege of being a part of his little dream, part of which was taking in his tire to get fixed. He loaded it in the back of my Tahoe the night before, and asked me with such a grin, I felt privileged to do the task for him. I also had the title, checkbook, and $10 for the fees of switching the title and getting him his new license plates.

So, I dropped off the tire and proceeded to the police department which has recently moved to a new location. I parked the Tahoe, walked around another vehicle and bee-lined for the door completely blind to the fact there was a curb between me and said door...I clipped it with my toe, and went sailin'. I tried to catch my fall (which I am sure looked amazing!) but landed with a thud on my hip after scraping my palm, knuckles, elbow, and knee.

Guess what the first thing I did was...yep, look to see if anyone saw me. I guess the Lord was keeping me from humiliation, though I took note that He didn't keep me from falling... I was grateful (about the not being humiliated part) and as I went into the police station and bemoaned my trial to the officer, she looked at me with little sympathy and said, "Well, at least you are not hurt."

Huh? I wanted to cry.

And no, I am not mad at God! I know that I fell because I had my sunglasses on and the glare happened to inhibit my peripheral, that is why I missed-well- didn't see the curb.

The LORD upholds all those who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down. Psalm 145:14

My scrapes and bruises prevented me from sleeping well. I got to thinking about "falls". How we trip over something unforseen, and it affects our life in the daily ways, and yet, with Jesus, there is always healing. The wonderful redeeming love of our God comes in and works it all out for good.

What good came from my fall? Humility perhaps, percieving my frailty.

I trip often. In a spiritual sense. I trip over my tongue and hurt someone's feelings, or disrespect my husband. Or I forget to fulfill a promise, or I lack trust in an area and step in to fix it myself and make a mess. Everytime I confess (bow down), He picks me up. He upholds me when I fall.

Praise you Lord, for your redeeming love that upholds me and picks me up when I bow down! For little life-lessons learned, for always working on me, making me more like you.

7 comments:

Angie said...

Oh Kathy I loved this! I am glad that you didn't break something...as I was reading...that was my first thought and I held my breath until I read on down that you didn't...whew!
Love you bunches and miss you too!!!

HisFireFly said...

scrapes and bPraying for speedy healing of all the bumps, scrapes and bruises. I suppose if we never fall we never get to learn the splendour of His grace and love as He lifts us up again.
Thanks for the lovely post!

Robin said...

Only you could take an embarrassing and painful experience and put a spiritual lesson to it!
I'm so glad it was only your pride that smarted. I think we have all been there at one time or another.

Angela said...

Kathy,
I am sorry you got hurt! I hope you are feeling better! I love how God can teach us or remind us of things through any situation..even painful ones! That police officer doesn't sound very sympathetic..I think you should take her some homemade cookies and become friends with her...sounds like she needs one! I'm glad no one saw you fall! I've fallen in front of people a couple times and it is so embarassing! I hope you are not too sore and that you are having a good weekend!

Joyful said...

Kathy, this is such a wonderful post and I can so identify with the analogy. Just 5 weeks ago, my Dad tripped over a little curb, landing on my Mom, resulting in a broken pelvis for her. (She had a hip replacement last year, but God was so kind that He cradled the replaced plate and kept it from damage.)

A physical fall is often an accident. I hate to confess that my spiritual 'falls' are more often a choice. For example, I know I should hold my tongue, but I say it anyway.

I'm so thankful that when I confess my sin, God is faithful and just to forgive and cleanse.

I hope your bumps and bruises are healing. I'm so thankful that God picks me up when I fall and forgives and loves me.

Thanks for visiting my blog. Your words were so kind. It's a delight to 'meet' you!

Blessings,
Joy

Heather@Mommymonk said...

Oh ouch! Hope your hip is feeling better. I fall down on a regular basis just because I'm a klutz, but I remember one fall when I was pregnant that messed up my hips for quite a while.

Genny said...

Glad you are okay! Hope the scrapes and bruises are healing!

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