A few days ago, I tripped over a tent stake . Larry, one of the wonderful staff members at Lion Safari Campground, was near enough to see, but just a little too far away to catch me.
After determining that it was only my dignity that was injured , I rolled on to my hands and knees and climbed up from the grass where I was lying. Larry remarked about the strangeness of the way that I went down. It seemed to him that I fell in slow motion, as though I hesitated in the middle of the fall and almost caught my balance.
I remember losing control of my body and heading for the ground. There was no way that I could catch my balance and avoid the fall. I did not even try. I pondered Larry’s observation, as I was too involved in going down to notice how it happened.
I remembered Psalm 91:11. He shall give his angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways. Was the pause, the transition to slow motion, the time when an angel caught me and eased me down? Was I protected from harm, as I was laid gently on the forgiving earth?
I did not feel the touch of angel hands. Larry did not see the angel catch, or hear the brush of angel wings. Yet, I am unwounded, and thankful for this time, and many others that I have been protected in the midst of my own carelessness or the carelessness of another. Thanks be to God, for grace that accompanies each of us , even when we are unaware, on our personal safaris.