Slipping...
Praise our God, O peoples, let the sound of His praise be heard;
He has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping. Psalms 66:8-9
“…kept our feet from slipping.” That phrase has taken on a whole new meaning to me now. I know that figuratively/Biblically it means “kept from falling spiritually” but guess what? A few days ago, I experience being kept from actually slipping!
Here’s the scenario, its 5:00 AM, still dark outside, light snow on the ground. Now add to that a two and a quarter pound puppy in the process of being potty trained and me, a middle aged woman in pajamas, hair in curlers and house slippers (no pun intended) on. Both the dog and I were still a little skittish from a few days before when about 8 deer shot out from between the houses. We heard them first then out they ran down the lawn and across the street, where they stood for a few minutes looking at us as if WE had invaded THEIR territory, the nerve. With this experience in mind we, the dog and I “tip-toed” out that morning looking in every direction. But there was one direction I guess I didn’t look…down at my feet! I know there’s a spiritual lesson in this, but I’ll maybe talk about that later.
As I was encouraging (ahem) the pup to hurry and do his “business”, I took a step and all of a sudden I could feel myself falling. Now the funny thing about falling is that while your body is about to do one thing, your mind is sort of like preparing you for what’s going to happen. So while my feet are slipping, in my mind I am preparing myself to go down, I could even picture it (I know, I know where was my faith), but at the time I was feeling like one of the Three Stooges and asking myself why did I come out in the snow in house shoes that have absolutely no traction on the sole. (There’s another lesson “No traction on your soul” hmmm)
But a funny thing happened, as I was slipping and sliding and preparing to fall, by the way the puppy had gotten far out of range and was just standing there checking out the show. But a funny thing happened; I felt something or better yet someone brace my back. Just as if someone was standing behind me and stepped up to give me support. When this happened I was able to stand straight up and not fall at all!
This is not the first time something like this has happened to me, do I believe it was an Angel, you bet ya I do! And I hope it won’t be the last time one shows up to help me out.
So yes, that scripture has an even deeper meaning to me now. When I thought I was going down, He literally kept my feet from slipping. Thank you Lord!
He has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping. Psalms 66:8-9
“…kept our feet from slipping.” That phrase has taken on a whole new meaning to me now. I know that figuratively/Biblically it means “kept from falling spiritually” but guess what? A few days ago, I experience being kept from actually slipping!
Here’s the scenario, its 5:00 AM, still dark outside, light snow on the ground. Now add to that a two and a quarter pound puppy in the process of being potty trained and me, a middle aged woman in pajamas, hair in curlers and house slippers (no pun intended) on. Both the dog and I were still a little skittish from a few days before when about 8 deer shot out from between the houses. We heard them first then out they ran down the lawn and across the street, where they stood for a few minutes looking at us as if WE had invaded THEIR territory, the nerve. With this experience in mind we, the dog and I “tip-toed” out that morning looking in every direction. But there was one direction I guess I didn’t look…down at my feet! I know there’s a spiritual lesson in this, but I’ll maybe talk about that later.
As I was encouraging (ahem) the pup to hurry and do his “business”, I took a step and all of a sudden I could feel myself falling. Now the funny thing about falling is that while your body is about to do one thing, your mind is sort of like preparing you for what’s going to happen. So while my feet are slipping, in my mind I am preparing myself to go down, I could even picture it (I know, I know where was my faith), but at the time I was feeling like one of the Three Stooges and asking myself why did I come out in the snow in house shoes that have absolutely no traction on the sole. (There’s another lesson “No traction on your soul” hmmm)
But a funny thing happened, as I was slipping and sliding and preparing to fall, by the way the puppy had gotten far out of range and was just standing there checking out the show. But a funny thing happened; I felt something or better yet someone brace my back. Just as if someone was standing behind me and stepped up to give me support. When this happened I was able to stand straight up and not fall at all!
This is not the first time something like this has happened to me, do I believe it was an Angel, you bet ya I do! And I hope it won’t be the last time one shows up to help me out.
So yes, that scripture has an even deeper meaning to me now. When I thought I was going down, He literally kept my feet from slipping. Thank you Lord!
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#2 - my blog that is still in draft tells how I did fall on the ice last Sat night ... my dogs escaped. Someone was looking out for us though too -- you'll see when I finally get the entry finished ... maybe at lunch today. *hugs*