Years ago, while cleaning leaves off the roof and out of gutters, I put the
ladder up to a second story and felt I should not go up. I wrote if off as a
passing fear and climbed anyway. Most of the leaves came off but one bunch on
the edge wasn't budging. The spirit prompted not to go to that corner of
the roof. Chiding myself, I went anyway, bent down to get the offending twig and
leaves and my feet went out from under me. Time slowed down. I grabbed and
broke branches, bent the gutter and fell 28 feet. The hands of angels seemed to
enfold me, guiding my fall sideways onto a big plastic garbage can. My wife
later said, "I thought I was watching my husband fall to his death."
Six inches one way would have landed my head on cement steps. A foot in the
other direction and a sprinkler riser would have speared me. Five days in the
hospital with five broken ribs, two cracked lumbar and bruising from head to toe
- yet I felt strangely fortunate and humbly grateful for merciful help... and
God's gentile kindness when we fail to listen.
This is a wonderful reminder for all of us. Thank you.
I love this article and the reminder to "listen". The other day my
husband was clearly told to drive off from a fast food place after paying but
before receiving his order. He first thought was about the $$ he would waste
and the voice came again clearly. Before he could stop to consider, it came
again for a 3rd time and he drove off. We don't know why, maybe he needed
to be on his way to avoid an accident. Maybe he would have gotten sick. I am
thankful he listened even when it didn't make sense. P.S.
There are quite a few distracting errors/typos in this article. Do you guys edit
before publishing or did a typist make the errors?
Excellent story. Thanks for sharing.