I woke up in the middle of the night
when we were in Luxemburg. I immediately saw that my grandson, Daniel, had
fallen out of bed. He was lying a
distance away from the bed on the cold floor. I got up, then got down on my
knees, to carry him up.
As I heaved myself up
with Daniel cradled in my arms, I slipped and fell horizontally forward. The
momentum of my weight carried me forcefully like a torpedo along the slippery
floor towards the bed. I hit my right hand on an iron bar at the side of the bed
as I slid sideways down hitting my nose and then my upper lip. I experienced a
momentary flash of light in my eyes and finally coming to rest on my
back.
Fortunately - very
fortunately - Daniel did not suffer any injuries except to be woken by the
fall. Thank God for that.
Everything happened in a
split of a second. I could only relate it after looking back. The momentum of
the fall must have been very powerful as I could see, in the morning, a
dark-bluish, purplish swelling on my right hand which had broken the fall.
Blood had also dripped from both my nostrils then but it fortunately, stopped
eventually. However, it still oozed out a little bit, later in the morning. I had
aches on both my shoulder blades. I looked like I've been through a fist fight
with my swollen nose and a small cut on upper lip. Fortunately, I need not have
to ask Santa Claus for two front teeth.
It would have been
horrendous had Daniel been hurt as the force of the fall was extremely
forceful, indeed. I continue to thank the Lord for protecting him from that
fall.
ltbs
Lift
up your eyes and see; who created these?
Isaiah
40:25
