Do You Think He Wore Slippers?

Last year on January 1, I fell out of my attic landing on the cement garage floor smashing my arm and wrist.  I wrote this post from that experience.  Remembering back as I have had several friends falling lately.  And, I had to face those stairs once again as I put the Christmas decorations up.

*wrote this January of 2010*

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men

Could not put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Poor thing!  Do you think he was wearing slippers?

This silly woman in her slippers had a great fall from the attic stairs

She fell over backwards and was about to split hairs

But she stuck out her arm and smashed all her bones

Oh my goodness, you never heard such moans!

Thank goodness I didn’t have king’s horses and king’s men

I had Greenview nurses and wonderful doctor men

They are the ones who put me back together again.

       

For now I am living on pain pills and prayers

And the goodness of people who don’t put on airs.

The flowers, so pretty, so good is the food

All of this is elevating my pitiful mood.

I’m sorry for the poor fella who cracked himself up

He probably split his yolk

He should have yelled out to Jesus like I did

That’s no joke

I’ve learned in the good times and bad, the scary and sad

All you need to whimper is the name of our Savior

Don’t you know it makes Him glad that you thought of Him first

And it makes me thankful that He never will waver.

It is time to end this little ditty

I hope you found it somewhat witty

Remember, I wrote this under the influence of drugs

But do not worry, they came from Walgreens

Not the street corner thugs.

I wonder if Jesus ever wore slippers; probably sandals.  Whatever His foot covering, I know He never slipped.  He was surefooted in everything He said and did because He walked so closely with the Father.  I’m sure a lot of us slip here and there in life, whether it be in tongue or thought, or whatever misfortunate thing we let out of control. 

It is a comfort to know the One I follow is surefooted and I can always count on Him to catch me when I fall whether literally or metaphorically and carry me when I need those strong arms underneath me.  Yes, I fell off the stairs, but I believe he carried me to my arm because I was headed to the garage floor with my head. 

I could have been a goner but He said “not yet.”  Instead He has given me a time of rest blessing me more than I could have imagined.  New friendships are forming, older ones are deepening.  January 1^st, I would have said having a mangled wrist and arm was no blessing, but God, once again has brought good from something that seemed so bad.  So I will try not to complain too much, for the blessings far outweigh the pain.  The devil might have laughed that January night, but God is getting all the glory for this story!

As for Humpty Dumpty and me…I think we should stay off of high places and keep our feet on the ground.

(I smile as I get up my courage and face those stairs once again.  With God,  all things are possible. Remember that my sweet friends who have tumbled yourselves lately.  With Him we can get through the doctor visits, casts, pain and physical therapy :)