"On Faceplants"

It was an afterthought, really, the split-second decision to get my mail from across the street.  You know the kind which, in retrospect, makes you realize your life could have been changed forevermore.  I was on a mission to get the lawn in my back yard mowed and was heading that direction when the lure of the possibility of a check in the mail sent me heading to the mailbox instead.  I live on a busy street, but there wasn't much traffic at that time of the day.  

Just then the neighbor who lives across the street came zipping up.  He has a certain parking technique which entails doing a U-turn so he is able to back in his driveway.  That is when it happened.  Wanting to be out of his way so he didn't do a reverse job on me, I began hurrying instead of walking.  The toe of my rubber work boot caught on a raised area, and I found myself looking at the pavement, on all fours.

Initially, checking to see if traffic was coming, I was more mortified than anything.  Picking myself up, I found I was still mobile so got my mail and headed on back to my house.

The fall shook me up; even more so, the possibilities had me reeling.  Youth is not a factor in my life.  I'm pushing 70 here.  I could have broken both wrists, destroyed both hands.  I landed on the upper part of my knees rather than the lower part.  I can only imagine what would have happened otherwise.  Gardening, my means of earning a living, could have easily been wiped out.  What did I end up with?  A small bruise on one knee and a road burn the size of a quarter on the other.  Oh, yes, and a large dose of humiliation. 

The thought "My God is a good God" has been flowing through my mind.  My life with Him, my experiences with Him are real, they are living.  As my life goes on I may or may not have understanding as to why I did a face plant in the middle of Echo Hollow Road.  At any rate, I am a thankful and grateful girl today.