GOD WAS THERE

Once when I was home alone, lugging a heavy box down to the basement, I tripped at the last step and went sprawling. One leg twisted painfully. I couldn't get up. No one was anywhere near, and a telephone was out of reach. It looked as if I was dangerously stuck, and the pain was considerable.

My first reaction was to call out in pain. My second was a wish that my wife would get home. But the third reaction was the one I needed. It was prayer, the humble effort to reach out to God who was already "home."

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