Posted by: Judy | December 4, 2018

I fell, again.

God’s been teaching me to trust Him, but I have to do my part. Last week, I talked about the fun silliness of the donuts. On Thursday, the weather said it would rain in the evening. I moved my aloe plant out from under the eaves so it could enjoy the rain. No rain fell before I went to bed. I woke Friday morning, and God watered my aloe. That was only the beginning.

I don’t know if the above link will work for everyone, but it was the only place I could find the clip. I’ll describe it below.

On my morning walk, I was thinking about a scene in the movie “Facing the Giants.” A gentleman who prayed for the students was stopped by the football coach to talk. The gentleman told the story of two farmers who prayed for rain but only one plowed his fields. “Who do you think trusted God to send rain?” “The one who prepared his fields.” “Are you prepared for the rain?”

I was congratulating myself on preparing for rain. I felt so good, I decided to walk a little longer than my usual mile.

I slid in a little mud. My left left shot forward, and my right leg bent back at the knee. I heard a snap and landed hard on my left side. It’s the same snap I’ve heard every time I sprain my ankle. I think this was my knee.

First words out of my mouth, “God help me!” I found my whistle in my pocket and blew. Again called out, “God help me!” I made sure everything still worked, bending my knee and my ankle. Yep. No pain, and everything moved like it should. Pain would come later.

A barefoot man in basketball shorts and a t-shirt came from the house on the corner across the street and asked if he needed to call an ambulance.

“No. However, because you’re here I won’t panic.”

“Do you want me to call someone?”

“No. I don’t think he’s home.”

“Do you have your phone with you?”

“No.” I told him about how I’d slipped in the mud and fallen and done something like it twice before. He told me he had 15 screws in one leg. Okay. I’m not there. I needed to David Goggins this.

My rescuer asked if he could help me up.

“No, I messed up my back. I haven’t been on a floor in over two years.”

“My feet are getting cold.”

“God help me.” I laughed. “He sent me help. You. Thank you.” I managed to make it to one knee on the ground and my injured foot planted firmly on the street. “Now, I can use your help.”

He gave me his arm. I wasn’t making it.

“Use your other hand,” he said.

“I’m sorry I’m going to get your arm muddy.” Both hands, a lot of effort, and I was on my feet. Several more people asked if I was all right. “Mostly my pride.”

I figured hobbling home would keep things from tightening up too much. “Give the battle to God and praise Him in the storm.” I sang one of my favorite hymns.

A man out for a walk passed me and asked if I was all right. I explained I was okay and only a quarter of a mile from home.

A few more steps and I again said, “God help me.” I was so tired. The leg was tightening.

A young woman in a red Prius passed me, turned around, and came back. “Can I give you a ride somewhere?”

“No, I’m only a quarter of a mile from home.”

“I know I’m a stranger, but I want to help.”

I could hear God mutter, “You asked for help, and I sent it.”

“Yes, thank you. I only live around the corner. I’m sorry I’ll get your car dirty.”

“It’s okay. My seats wipe off. I have kids.” She unlocked the door behind her. I slid in, and she drove me around the corner and down the street.

“Thank you so much. You were an answer to prayer. I told God I wasn’t sure I could make it home, and you stopped.”

Yes, I messed up my leg, again. However, I was blessed by two strangers. God heard and answered.


  1. Thanks for sharing…praying you are whole in every regard! 🙏

    • Thank you. Prayers are so powerful and appreciated. ❤ God is good.

  2. So sorry to hear you got hurt. 😦
    I’ll be praying for you to make a quick recovery.

    • Thank you! Blessings sometimes come in strange packages. 🙂

  3. Wow! Good Samaritans for the asking! I’d say you have a hotline to the Big Guy:). Glad you’re ok.

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