After my big revelation at Bible study a few weeks ago, I have really felt like I've been under attack spiritually. It was like as soon as I decided that I was going to control my thoughts, not feel sorry for myself, and just praise God for EVERYTHING, Satan laughed and decided: GAME ON.
The very next day after Bible study, I got extremely sick for about 2 weeks. Try to be praiseful when you're running to the bathroom every few minutes! It's not easy. And then there was the Ohio State game. A fun day, but our car broke down and we had to go on a wild goose chase to find a way home and a solution to the situation. Praise God that Luke's uncle let us use his truck and trailer to tow our car home!
And then just yesterday we found out that our car needs a new engine. We definitely weren't expecting that, and we can't afford it right now. Attack #3. I really don't think this is just random bad stuff happening. I think that Satan has very intricate strategies to make us CRACK under the pressure or frustration. And the things we are learning in Bible study just point more and more to those facts.
So fast forward to today.
I had kind of an off day today. I slept in a few minutes (which I NEVER do!), and almost fell asleep at work in the PM. When I got home, I had lots of plans to finish cleaning the house (I got a good start on things last night). But after just about falling asleep at work, I decided a nap was in order. I was standing by the bed petting Ellie when I decided to walk around the bed and get the remote so I could watch The Office while I fell asleep. Somehow, a little decorative, metal swirl on the base of the bed punctured itself through my work-pants by my ankle (I have no idea how this happened, as the metal thing is not the least bit sharp, and is actually pretty thick). I didn't realize that this had occurred, and tried to take a step back with my stuck-foot. My body weight had all shifted backward, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was falling in slow motion, straight backwards, still perplexed as to why my foot was not moving to catch all of my weight. About mid-fall, I realized it was stuck, and that there was nothing I could do to stop it. And then it happened: the dead weight of my body hit the bedroom's hardwood floor with nothing to stop it.
A split second after I fell, I just sat there stunned. On my way down, I really thought I was going to crack my tailbone (again) or break my hip (okay, so I'm not 80 years old, but I definitely have an active imagination that tends to panic a lot). It was that kind of a fall. But as I hit the floor I DID NOT EVEN FEEL IT. I'm not just saying there was no pain...I literally DIDN'T FEEL IT. It was like my body went numb. Three fingers on my right hand were a little sore because I think I landed on them, but no other part of my body even felt the impact of the fall. So not only did I not break anything, but I won't even have a single bump or bruise.
I know it's just a little thing, but isn't it so amazing and comforting to know that God takes care of us in little situations like this? I look at it as a tiny miracle :-) If God took care of me today by preventing me from getting hurt from a little fall, how much more will he protect me with my health, or with this scary financial situation??
So even though things have not been great the past month, I am still praising God. It's not that bad, and I know he will take care of me. He's done it so many times before!
"Cast your cares upon the Lord and he will sustain you; He will never let the righteous fall." ~Psalm 55:22
Take comfort in this verse if you are going through a hard time. He will never leave you! There is nothing and no one bigger than God! "Greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world!" (1 John 4:4)