As a child growing up I was always somewhat accident prone. But no matter how hard I fell I would get up dust myself off and keep on going.
Tough as a boot, was used many occasion either by my parents or by my grandpa.
That mentality of dusting myself has more or less stuck with me. I however cry once in a while after a good tumble, but for the most part I tend to tough it out.
This was however not true yesterday.
My team and I started out the day with the goal of climbing a volcano with the other mission team that is here with us in Chichigalpa. It was going to be an easy climb. So they said. Well we get to the volcano and five of us girls decide to rent a board to slide down the volcanic rocks on. The thing about this volcano is you go up the path, take pictures at the top and then either run, slide or board down.
We decided to board.
So we make up to the top and have a great photo session. It was fun, a beautiful view and a true sense of accomplishment. The volcano was not really that tall of a hike but carrying the board up presented itself as a bigger challenge than I thought. And I felt like I was going to blow off the path a couple of times. So summiting the small climb was a true feet.
Once, we were done with our photo shoot. It was time to slide down.
I get on my board, fairly confident of my sliding abilities only to realize that I have no idea what I am doing. I had some control over the board, yet I completely blanked on how to properly slow myself down. Leading to quite the epic fall.
I ate it. Since, I could not slow my board down, I think at one point it seemed like a good idea. I jumped ship. This was the safer option I am sure but jumping ship on a path of volcanic rocks is rough.
So I jumped, and rolled. I rolled a good five times before coming to a thud of a stop. And was able to pop right up. Not without some major scrapes and bruises but thankfully I stood up void of concussion or broken bone.
Thankfully my teammate Rachael witnessed the whole spill and walked with me back to the base house to wash off my newly cut up limbs. I do believe that at least80% of my body has scrape on it. Which is gross.
My butt got the worst of it all. As most of my skin has been scraped away and left on the volcano.
So you might be asking yourself why I am sharing such an intimate and embarrassing tale.
Well one reason is I have to share it. It is just too crazy to not. And second goes along with the first I really do have to share this story because what a beautiful picture of God’s omniscient protection and sovereignty. This incident again showed me how loving and caring my God is. That He never leaves us nor forsakes us.
I truly should have been laid out. That fall and the speed at which I gained was awful. But the Lord was there. He protected me and will heal my broken, fragile body. Thanks be to Jesus, from where all blessings flow.
Do not worry I have def cried since this happened. Multiple times. And I might cry tomorrow. But God is still good. He is still faithful. And He loves me very much. And for that I rejoice and be glad because He is always with me and for me. Even when I fall, He is there to pick me up, in a spiritual and literal sense.
So praise the Lord o my soul.
