On more than one occasion, my dad came to my rescue. Seeing the panic in my eyes, he would wrap his arms around me, reassuring me that I was going to be okay. He rubbed my back until I settled down and could breathe easy again. Once he knew I was doing better, he sent me on my way–but not before a gentle reminder to be more careful on the stairs the next time around.Sometimes life can throw us a curve ball and we feel as though the wind has been knocked out of us. A pink slip from a job, a diagnosis from a doctor, a late night phone call, or a legal notice from a mail carrier, are reasons enough to make anyone gasp for breath.After receiving a hateful email from someone who I thought was a friend, it felt as though I had been punched in the gut. I was beyond hurt. I sat staring at the computer screen in disbelief. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to process the words I was reading. I didn’t know what to think. I was in complete shock.Thankfully, God came to my rescue. He pulled me close and gently wrapped His arms around me. I felt His presence so powerfully that day. Even though I was hurting, I felt a sense of peace. Eventually, I settled down and could breathe easy again. The pain was still fresh, but I knew God was with me.Over the next several days, God reassured me that everything was going to be okay. He encouraged me to get back out there and fight the good fight, but not before giving me a gentle reminder to be more careful in the future.Though they plot evil against you and devise wicked schemes
Today’s Post By: Rae Lynn DeAngelis
The wooden staircase leading to the second story of our one hundred year old farmhouse in Indiana was extremely slippery. I learned the hard way why NOT to wear socks when going down the stairs, but sometimes I grew careless and forgot. Not only did it hurt to fall down the stairs, but it knocked my wind out and I felt like I couldn’t breathe–a scary feeling.