I recently had a spectacular, painful fall. I was at the bottom of a garden, behind a rockery, well out of sight of any neighbours. Fortunately, I didn't break any bones, but I hurt almost everything else it was possible to hurt; knees, arms, back, head, neck, shoulders and a good many body parts I'd never been aware of before. And because I'm still rebuilding after knee surgery, I simply couldn't get up. I knew that absolutely no one would be able to see or hear me, or even know that I was there. So the only way I could get myself back to safety was to crawl, inch by painful inch, back to the house, negotiating rocks, paths and steps on the way. And once there, I collapsed and eventually found the strength to inch my way to the phone to ring for help. It took me two hours and was one of the most painful and totally exhausting things I've ever had to face. It was a monumental task and I couldn't have done it without continually crying out to God in prayer.
In the following few days, I was unable stop giving thanks! I gave thanks that I didn't fracture anything, that I didn't knock myself out, that I wasn’t still lying in the undergrowth with hypothermia, that two friends finally arrived and lifted me into a chair, that I was safe and warm, and recovering.
And all this reminds me of my words on Psalm 18, in "Dwelling in the Psalms" ...
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