Impromptu Ice Skating or Ice Falling

I had an unexpected side effect of all the melting snow. Hidden ice created ice skating rinks that I personally experienced this morning at church. My family watched me perform an admirable routine with arm flapping and a foot shuffle that would impress an Olympic judge; that is until the unimpressive fall. I felt my feet fly out from under me with a smack. My elbow slammed into the concrete step and my tushy landed with a smack. My family stood and stared in fascination. My husband snapped out of it first and rushed over to help me up while asking if I was okay as I groaned. Why do we ask if someone's okay when they're obviously groaning? My husband snapped into first responder mode assessing my injuries. While my son, a career firefighter, glanced at me and said, "She's moving her arm. Nothing's broken." Wow! Thanks! In his defense, he was correct and told me that his dad had it under control. I thought about how easy it is to find yourself feeling out of control. One moment, it's smooth sailing, then the next moment, you've lost control. As I was sliding, I reached out for a support but found none. This led to falling. If life feels out of control, reach for support. God is waiting to hold you up and keep your life together. You may feel out of control, but that's okay because when we trust God, He's always in control.

Have a great week high-heeled warriors!

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