So I'm a little late with this, but better late than never...
I'm taking a little break from the weight loss journal today. I am blogging as part a meme associated with Hearts at Home.
Today's Topic: Have you ever experienced a miracle in your life?
5 that I can list right off the top of my head!
There's meeting and falling in love with Joe. Having each and every one of my babies. Being blessed with so many awesome friends. Family I love and adore. (Yes, really!) Losing weight!!! Having friends for over 20 years that I still communicate semi-regularly with. Belonging to a wonderful church with real, down-to-earth people. Shaking the hand of Mark Hall (lead singer of Casting Crowns) when we saw them in concert about a year ago...the list goes on and on.
But there is one story in particular that stands out to me when I hear the word "miracle."
It starts with little "L" (he's almost 5 now.)
If you know him, you KNOW he is FULL of energy. He literally never stops from the time his eye balls pop open in the morning until he passes out every night. He's fearless and tireless-dangerous combination.
About 2 years ago, he was racing R (our almost 6 year old) down the stairs. Our hardwood, uncarpeted stairs. In the process, as you might guess, their feet got tangled up.
I had just walked into the living room and heard a strange sound. I still to this day can't place what it was, but I KNEW that someone had tripped.
I looked over at the stairs just in time to see L go flying--head first--down the stairs.
with his arms down at his sides, looking like he was just shot out of a cannon, and traveling about just as fast.
And I watched in that split, .2 seconds as his feet started to go up over his head.
I don't think I breathed for that instant--which felt like an eternity and a milisecond all at once.
Then, just as he reached the third step from the bottom (he had started the nose dive at about the 7th step up), he....just stopped.
And s e t t l e d, gentle as can be, on the steps. On his belly.
I saw this with my own eyes.
I'm telling you that he was FLYING. His next stop was the floor or the closet door that faces the bottom of the stairs.
His trajectory was such that his feet were starting to send him arse over tea cups, if you know what I mean. Literally. I SAW his feet starting to head in that direction.
And then it was as if his angel reached out and put one hand on his belly and another on his back, and set him gently, unharmed, on the step.
Of course, I raced over to him and grabbed him up in to a fierce hug. We held each other and cried on the steps for about 15 minutes.
All I could think of were all the things that COULD have happened.
But didn't happen.
I was so shaken up that I had to call my sister immediately and share with her what happened.
I couldn't get my husband at the time.
It was most definitely a miracle.
I know what I saw and I know that logic told me, even in that moment, that L was in a lot of trouble.
Broken bones were sure to take place. Or worse.
But there we were...holding one another and unharmed.
I truly believe that his guardian angel was there and kept him from getting hurt. And what a job that poor angel must have with L being the kind of little guy he is!