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!

Psalms 34:19-20

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)