MISSILE AND FOOTBALL INJURIES

Another thought...

"Just pretend you were hit by a missile," Kinya said; "if you think of it that way; you got off pretty easy, I'd say."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Easy" is NOT the way I'd describe how I feel. It seems every day now, I've been noticing horrible new aches. If you think about it, football players, wearing full protective gear, collide with opponents of meat and bone wearing plastic and metal...and STILL sometimes get injured. It should come as no surprise that an old lady in nightclothes, dashed against concrete in whip-lash fashion, her full body weight behind the impact, could be hurt rather badly, yes?

God really got me home?!

But a veteran I know, hit by a missile, didn't lose his life but had his arm blown off and lived the rest of his life with an artificial limb. If he could trade his experiences for the discomforts I've been tasting, I'm sure he would. I need to stop complaining and THANK YOU for what I have, don't I, Father?

Not a Missile Hit, but I Escaped Unrelenting Torment of HELL!

I heard it raining hard outside, and peeked out the front door, then down the steps. It held me almost paralyzed: that entire day and the next, I could not put any weight on my legs and was completely bedridden. Yet at 5 in the morning God had brought me, all torn apart, up those steps...how in the world did He do it?

Scripture never promises missiles will never hit us. But when they do, our Faithful God promises He will be with us and give us all the strength we need. That's the only explanation I have for how I got home.