Last Saturday I had a taken a shower and was cleaning up some things in my bath. I have some bottles of cleansing gel that I keep refilled on a shelf at the back of my tub. Outside the opposite end of my tub I have a table which holds a vase and plant. 

So I was standing at the front of the tub, leaning across it reaching for the bottles in the back left corner, I lifted my left leg to give me more stretch as I have done many times before, and  placed my hand on the back tiles of the tub. 

Failing to remember that I had just taken a shower, the very instant that my hand touched the wet tiles it slipped, and faster than a speeding bullet I fell downward and forward turning up side down and landing head & shoulder first at the bottom of the tub. In that split second I thought….”I am in Big Trouble!” My feet were half way up the front shower wall  sticking outside the shower. 

At first I was speechless. I didn’t move. I thought, oh my, what have I done? At that moment my husband came running in and told me not to move. I kept waiting for that oh so familiar pain of injury to ensue and in the next few seconds it did! It was my big toe and the ones next to it, they began to scream in a painful throb. 

My husband stepped into the tub and like my knight in shining armor picked me up out of the tub, carried me and set me down. I was amazed that the only thing giving me pain was my toe. I couldn’t believe it! I began to think of the seriousness of the situation that had just happened to me. Many people are severely injured and even die from blunt force trama to their heads when falling headlong into a bath tub. But I had only injured my toe!

I began to praise the Lord and thank Him for what He had just done for me. I began to weep and weep and weep and weep! It wasn’t tears of joy, it wasn’t tears of pain, but tears of thankfulness and gratitiude for the ‘Savior’ He had just been to me. As I held ice on the injury and sat in my husband’s prayer chair, I felt the love of God pour over me like I have never felt before.

It was so warm, it was so gentle, it was so kind, it was comforting, so reassuring, and oh, so real. I wept, and wept, and wept. This must have gone on for 30-45 minutes. This presence of God and His love for me was so over powering that during this time I never felt the pain.

I could not thank Him enough. I knew at that moment that my mission on this earth was not over and that my destiny was still to be fulfilled. Ps. 91:11-12 came flowing in and out of my spirit over and over, “He will give His angels charge over me, to keep me in all my ways. With there wings they shall bear me up, lest my foot dash against a stone.”

Wow, the smallest injury of all…my toe against the wall. Praise His Holy name. As I thought of what could have been but wasn’t, it would begin all over again; the tears, the thankfulness, the gratitude, the love, the love, the Agape love of my Lord and Savior. That name; ‘Savior’ took on a whole new meaning to me.

My body has felt the trauma for a few days now, with messages from muscles and tendons I never even knew I had. But I will never forget that one day that I knew for sure the Lord gave His Angels special charge over me. To God be the glory forever and ever! Amen