Right Place Right Time

I am a klutz!  Just ask my parents, my husband, my children, etc.  We all know it.  My husband thinks I shouldn't do anything even remotely dangerous because I'll undoubtedly get hurt.  I wouldn't go that far, but at any given time I probably have a cut, scrape, or bruise from being clumsy. 

This has been going on since I was little.  In fact, the year I turned four was quite a year for me.  My mother was even asked why I was trying to kill myself...  But I know - God Works in Mysterious Ways - and He is always looking out for me!

In the summer that year, my family was at a party at a home of some friends that had a pool.  My parents, my brother and I were not swimming.  We didn't bring suits.  But I wanted to get in, I wanted to be around the other people in the pool.  So, I walked around the outside of this in-ground pool.  I remember having this weight thing on the end of a rope I was dunking in and out of the water.  And me, being the klutz that I am, fell in the pool.  Remember, I was only 3.  I had started swim lessons, but I think all I'd learned was to put my face in the water.  Now all of me was in the water!  I remember being underwater and seeing everyone's legs (it was the shallow end) but that's all I remember.  The grown-ups weren't watching me like a hawk, but God was, and He made sure the right people were there at the right time!  I believe there was a boy scout in the pool that got me out.  I know there was a also a trained lifeguard at the party who got me breathing again. God used them to take care of this clumsy little girl!

Now this episode should have been enough for my poor parents, but no, I had to scare them again!

A couple months later, just a few days before my 4th birthday, I was twirling my doll in a circle in the living room.  Also in this room, sitting on the edge of the brick fireplace, was a large glass terrarium.  Can you guess what happened next?  Yep!  I fell into the glass terrarium face first and I cut my face pretty bad!  

We didn't have cell phones back then and my dad wasn't home at the time so my aunt came to take me and my mom to the hospital.  Once again, God made sure the right people were there at the right time! We lived in the country, in the middle of nowhere.  But wouldn't you know it, at an intersection on the way to the hospital we met my dad.  So, dad was able to go to the hospital with us.  However, the greatest thing was that my doctor was just back at work after being off from having heart surgery.  This is was our family doctor, the one that delivered me, the one that knew our whole family.  He made sure to sew up my face (under general anesthesia, of course) with LOTS of tiny stitches so that the scaring wouldn't be bad.  God made sure my doctor was there for me!

Here is a picture (of a very old Polaroid) of me on my birthday after Doc stitched me up:

In Isaiah 41:13 it says: "For I hold you by your right hand—    I, the Lord your God.

And I say to you, Don’t be afraid. I am here to help you."

Both accidents could have been so much worse!  God definitely had a hold of my hand and watched over me.  He didn't save me from my own clumsiness but instead used it to show His providence and His glory.  He had the right people there at just the right time to help me.  So no matter what you may be going through right now, God knows what's going on and He will have just the right people there at just the right time.