We all know that life can change in an instant. Every day we drive in cars or cross streets or do any number of things in which there is the potential for disaster. Even sitting at home, we cannot be certain that we are safe. On Monday, I had a not-so-subtle reminder of this truth.
I had been watching the five-year-old and two-year-old of our friends, the Solomons. When their daddy came to pick them up, all was well. We were getting ready for swim practice, so I told Sammy to go upstairs and put on his swim suit. I said goodbye to the Solomons and went in the kitchen. A minute later there was a single, decisive, very, very loud thud, followed by crying and simultaneous panic by brother Will.
“Mom,” Will yelled, on the verge of losing his composure, “he didn’t fall down the stairs, he fell from upstairs!” We have a balcony with a railing that looks down to the foyer. So for a few seconds, as I made my way over to Sam who was in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, I was under the impression that he had fallen about fourteen feet. As Will, who had been sitting on the couch and could sort of see what happened, explained it further, we realized Sam had not fallen over the big balcony, but over the side railing. This meant he had dropped about seven feet instead of fourteen.
Since the daddy who had left only one minute before is a physician, and our own doctor daddy was at work, I said, “Will, go get Dr. Solomon,” and I hauled Sammy off the floor and carried him over to the front door. Why I did this I do not know exactly. He was clinging to me with all his strength and I could not get a look at him. I didn’t know what I was facing, but I was picturing multiple broken bones, and surely he was bleeding somewhere. Sweet and calm Dr. Solomon couldn’t look at him either because Sam was refusing to cooperate. He seemed almost more embarrassed than hurt. He was just burying his face in my shoulder.
After a few minutes, with no evidence of any injury whatsoever, Dr. Solomon reviewed with me a few “signs” that would be concerning and left.
I looked Sammy over again, and he started to laugh as his whole body was shaking in response to the adrenaline. He was absolutely cracking up over his trembling knees. So we got in the car and went to swim practice. I think we were five minutes late.
But how does someone fall over a railing seven feet high and not have a mark on them? One word: angels. Do you believe angels intervene in everyday life? Do you know and love the Amy Grant “Angels Watching Over Me” song from the 80’s? I hope you do. Because the Bible says that angels deliver us, that they are real, that they are God’s agents, carrying out His plans (Psalm 34).
Sam was fine. We got in the car and went to swim practice. I’ve told a few people about what happened, but it seems inadequate. Angels protected my baby! God intervened for me! It wasn’t luck Sam landed just right. It wasn’t karma. It was God.
May we be grateful each day for the protection we are afforded. As Paul wrote in 1 Thessalonians, may we “give thanks in all circumstances;(A) for this is God’s will for [us] in Christ Jesus” (5:18).