In April of 2002, I decided to clean some project files out of an attic storage room and filled a laundry basket with old files to carry down to the trash. On the way down the rather steep stairway, I slipped and fell to the floor at the base of the stairs.
I was unable to get up, and called to my daughter to get her dad to help me. The pain in my feet was intense. And while waiting for my husband, I tried to resist the urge to cry, turning to God instead. As soon as my husband reached me, he knelt down and put his arms around me. I felt so very loved and cared for.
While the effects of the accident were not medically diagnosed, several toes on each foot appeared to be broken, and one was punctured. Also, one foot had something wrong with the arch and wouldn't flex. In spite of the discomfort, my prayer right when the accident happened helped me realize that this was an opportunity to become more aware than ever of God's unchanging love for me. As a spiritual idea of God, I knew I had been forever held in His tender care.
