Psalm 5:11-12 (ESV)
11 But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;
let them ever
sing for joy,
and spread your protection over them,
that those who
love your name may exult in you.
12 For you bless the righteous, O Lord;
you cover him with favor as with a shield.
After her mother developed dementia, Jean Marie Ezman of
Carbondale, Pennsylvania, had just one favor to ask of God, that Jean be
permitted to care for Mom in her own home until she died. Jean had taken over
this obligation in October 2002, and been faithful for three years. But in
April, 2005, she almost became a patient herself.
"One morning I was pushing the large garbage can
down our front steps for the pickup," Jean says. "Our house was
located up behind a wall and there were eighteen cement steps to get to the
sidewalk." Jean would usually tilt the container on its two back wheels to
start down the steps, just like pushing a baby stroller. She would also hold
onto the railing.
But on this morning, the garbage can's wheels got stuck
on the third step from the top. Jean felt the can tip forward and, letting go
of the railing, she pushed the can with both hands. The container fell forward,
crashing down the steps. But since she was off-balance, Jean also flew down the
steps. "My new glasses flew off," she remembers, "and I twisted
once in the air before hitting my face on the cement." Her shoulder, knees
and shins all came in contact with the steps too.
"It's amazing how many thoughts can flow through the
brain in a couple of seconds," Jean says. "As I was falling, I
thought---how could I be so stupid to let go of the rail, and how was I
supposed to take care of my mother if I broke my bones?"
Jean finally landed. She stayed still for a moment,
fearing the worst, and then gradually began to wiggle her fingers and toes.
Gingerly, she took inventory, expecting pain in many places. But. She didn't
feel anything wrong. Gripping the railing, she slowly got to her feet. There
didn't seem to be any broken bones, no sprains or bumps. "I put my hand up
to my face, but there was no blood," Jean says in wonder. "My knees
were a little scraped but that was all." Then Jean remembered something.
Every time her body had made contact with the cement, it was as if something
soft but invisible was cushioning her. Amazed, Jean realized that she was not
hurt at all. Only her glasses were missing.
But no. She squinted. There they were, neatly folded on
the sidewalk, both lenses intact.
Jean thought about the event for a long time. Why was she
not seriously injured? "The only conclusion I can come to is that God sent
angels to keep me from harm, so I could continue to take care of my Mom,"
Jean says. And as it turned out, that prayer was answered, for Jean's mother
died peacefully at home in 2006.
God cannot be outdone in generosity, Jean knows. What we
give to Him, He returns a thousandfold.
Are you trusting everything to God?
Dear Lord, thank You that we can put our trust in You. We
thank You for the many ways You protect us. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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