Earlier today I read an inspiring blog on the Guideposts website about a woman who was snowed in last week. At the end of the blog, she asked if anyone had a snow story to tell, so I wrote a few paragraphs describing my fall and its subsequent injuries. When I tried to post it, however, I couldn’t see the Post option. Not to be outdone, I’m going to go ahead and post my snow experience here on myown blog.
My little Southern town got about six inches of snow last week. After being housebound for a couple of days, I was determined to go for a three-mile walk despite the protests of my husband. Walking is something I try to fit in everyday, and I was feeling beyond antsy.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” he asked. When he got no response, he said, “You’re crazy to go out in this, you know.” I turned a deaf ear and continued dressing for the wintry afternoon.
Bundled up with earmuffs, coat, mittens, and a cool hat, I walked gingerly around the neighborhood, alert to all the tricky places (slick ice). All went well. Then about 2/10 of a mile from our house, I saw a BIG snowball and just couldn’t resist kicking it. Only problem was that it was a BIG iceball, and it was stuck to the road. Immediately, I lost my balance and fell, bloodying both knees and bruising my palms and my ego. My fingertips began to burn, and I realized that they too had been scraped even though I was wearing mittens.
Hoping no one saw me, I got up quickly and trudged home. My sweet husband took one look and couldn’t resist saying, “I told you so.” I gave him a fierce scowl and then went to inspect the damage. My knees needed an antibiotic ointment and huge bandages, and it wasn’t until yesterday, nearly a week later, that I felt comfortable enough to remove them for good.
Today, the tip of my ring finger on the right hand is still a little blue and purple, but it doesn’t hurt to type anymore. There are scabs on my knees but no gashes or signs of bruising. I can walk without limping. Yay! I can’t help but think of the scripture in Psalms 134:14 that reads, “I will praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made….”
The human body is remarkable in its many capabilities, including the healing process. Last week, I could hardly walk. Today, there are barely traces left of my injuries. Praise goes to my Creator for the fearful and wonderful way He made our bodies.
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sorry to hear you were injured! Glad you are “all better” take care and see you soon!
you peoplople3e and snowcome to utah dear, and i will take you snowshoeing with my son daniel into the mountains, some people of which never come back this time of year and the book about that fellow from utah who cut of his had and drAnk HIS OWN PEE<YES I WOULD MY DEAR
SO sorry you fell! Ouch! Glad you are on the mend!!