Safety

My mother tells me that as a baby I rolled off my aunt's bed--and under it. When a cousin asked to see me and could not find me on the bed they found me, still asleep. After a frantic search, there I was under Aunt Mary's bed, still sleep. No bruises, no crying, no worries--I was just fine.

It's amazing how something so small can turn into something so big and then back to nothing. Why do we have to grow frantic at the drop of a dime? Is it to make us realize what we have? Is it to make us aware of ourselves and to be more cautious? Yes, but there's more to it than that. I think it's to remind us we're in His safety. The day I fell, I could have been hurt to the point of brain damage, but I made it anyway. I was a preemie, so a big fall like that could have been worse than others. Instead, I remained in the safety of the Lord.

Today, I'm still here and in His care. There are no physical reminders of that day, only the story. I still keep it with me to remind me at any point in time--at the drop of a different dime-anything can change. For the things that remain constant and keep me straight, I'm grateful. For the aggravation and headaches that come more often than I'd like, I'm grateful.

What can you be grateful for today?