So, yesterday, I was leaving work and I fell. I mean, busted it, right there in front of a busy highway. Our store has a small front porch, and I’m not sure what happened, but the next thing I know, everything I was holding, which was a lot because I never want to make more than one trip, went flying out of my arms and I was sprawled out on the ground! This is the only time in my life that I’ve been thankful for daylight savings time, because it was dark!
My back, which was already hurting due to a bulging disc, was now excruciating! Not to mention my leg that was now bruised and bloody!
My first instinct, after I hoisted myself off the ground, and gathered my belongings, was to alert my family and friends of my accident. I called my husband, my mom and my sister to tell them I had fallen. I mean, they needed to know in case I ended up having to call 911, or ended up in a coma. They all knew from the sound of my voice I was hurting. I could hardly speak due to the stabbing pain. I called my friend Tina, to get my ice pack, and she didn’t even laugh at my demise, because she realized the severity! I tried calling a few others but they didn’t answer. It’s always good to let friends and family know when tragedy strikes.
When I arrived home, I made my way into the house and laid on an ice pack. Finally relief! After realizing my back was soaking wet, due to the fact that Tina had my REAL ice pack, I decided to try and get up. I went to get things ready for bed only to realize I was completely out of coffee! HORROR! I had to get dressed and go to the store. Pain or not, I could not wake up to no coffee! Could my day end any worse?!
As I was dragging myself around Walmart, I suddenly realized that my back actually felt better! What the heck?! Maybe I had jarred something back in to place! Upon moving around this morning, nope, nothing’s back in place! As the old Southern folks used to say “I’m plum stove up!” That means I’m sore as ever and am having a hard time moving around.
That’s the way sin is in our lives. Often times, when it happens, it seems to come from out of the blue. We don’t intend for it to happen. We don’t start our day thinking “I think I’ll sin big today”, no more than I started my day saying that I wanted to bust my butt! It just happens. Then afterwards, we’re left with the scars, and we’re ‘plum stove up’ from sin! The good thing is, we don’t have to stay stove up! We can visit the Great Chiropractor! He’ll bend us and pop us back into place, and we can be as good as new! We can move freely in Him!
That’s good stuff! Someone needs to hear that! Don’t walk around bound by sin and shame! You can live freely through Christ! And when you do fall off the porch, so to speak, He’ll be there to whip you back into shape!
And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay and you are the Potter. We are all formed by your hand. Isaiah 64:8