Thirty times! I fell flat out at least thirty times before I got smart enough to use a wheelchair. I had to use a wheelchair before I was ever diagnosed with ALS. I kept thinking that I could overcome what was wrong with my muscles. I did it all... landed on my knees, hands, bum, elbows, face, ear, and the back of my head. I fell on the sidewalk, street, boardwalk, at work, home, doctor's office and a restaurant. In all my tumbles I am happy to report that I never broke a bone or had a concussion. The Lord had appointed some swift and strong guardian angels to take care of me. I would scold them when they let me fall BUT I always realized that it could have been much worse!
I often thought of Job. God had permitted Satan to mess with Job but God set the parameters! (Job 1:12, 2:6) There is no way that I could have fallen that many times, unable to catch myself with my hands, and not break something. With each fall God reminded me that I was part of a bigger plan. As I applied ice to my boo-boo I would have a peace rush over me. I was experiencing God's protection in a powerful way! The miracle was not that I wouldn't fall, BUT when I did I was held! Being broken was not part of the arrangement, being protected was and is!
I hate to fall! My heart races, my skin burns and my muscles ache. However, being able to get back up is a huge blessing! I might be a little scratched and dented but I am not broken. I'm not broken in mind or body. This morning reading Psalms 34:19-20 I smiled!
No matter what happens to me I can be confident that the boundary around me is determined by God not Satan.
No bubble wrap needed!
The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all; he protects all his bones, not one of them will be broken.
Hillsong UNITED Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)