Falling – One Day Wonders with JBK

Three thoughts flitted through my mind. ‘I’m flying fast! How did this happen? And This is not going to end well!

It was not my plan for the day—but there I was in the blink of an eye, languishing on the floor.

My task was simple enough, carry the dishes out to the kitchen and drop the napkin in the trash. As I turned away from the trash, I took flight, my feet becoming uncooperative. In the middle of my flight, the floor rose up to greet me.

I landed on my left side not in the kitchen. The plate I was carrying broke and cut into my left elbow to the bone. According to my husband’s words, “I jumped a mile.” Me and the plate made quite a clatter.

On my way down to the floor, I made contact with the chair. I guess I moved it out of the way. Various other parts of my body wanted a piece of the action too. The left elbow got eight stitches, the right forearm was scraped, and my left eye took a hit. Even one of my fingers on the right hand felt the need to be included in the damages.

Dave stood over me, “Are you alright? Get up! Your bleeding!”

Waving my finger, “In a minute.” The pain was real, shocked at what happened—I needed the trembling to stop before even trying to get up. Assessing the damages, we decided a trip to ER was necessary.

Thankfully the emergency waiting room was empty. Or so it seemed. I had to wait for what felt like forever to have a CT scan and some ex-rays—longer still for the doctor to stitch me up. Clearly I was not their first patient of the day.

My short version: I tripped and fell.

I made it through the night (there was no concern of that), alive and well to tell you all about it today. Twenty-twenty hindsight my episode brought a verse from the Good Book to mind.

“It will happen in a moment, in the blink of an eye, when the last trumpet is blown. For when the trumpet sounds, those who have died will be raised to live forever. And we who are living will be transformed.” First Corinthians 15:52

It was a letter written long ago by a guy named Paul, sent to a church in Corinth. His subject matter was a reminder of what will happen in a future event. Jesus had died on a cross but was at some time going to return alive.

He wanted these people to be ready because it can happen when they least expect it. Today, it is safe to say it hasn’t happened yet. But it will. I can safely say this because everything the Good Book predicted happened. Some of it not yet though.

The moral of my story is a recommendation to befriend Jesus. Your eternal life depends on it.

The next thing I knew I was catapulted out of the kitchen, landing at the dining table several feet away.

Laying in my landing spot a few minutes, I took stock of my well-being. Shock that it was, I was grateful arms and legs were all in their proper places. I was going to live.

I was trying to bake some chocolate chip cookies for my man that would equal my daughter, Naomis.’ She makes (almost ) the best I’ve had. Hers are not sprawled all over the bake sheet, but nice uniform, and thick cookies.

I say almost because she uses the same ingredients I do, which is minus the walnuts. It’s all shes’ known, not realizing they could even be better with the walnuts. I’ve never included them because her dad doesn’t like them.

To coin the phrase that Peter Paul Mounds commercials say, “sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t.” My Dave has never felt like a nut. But that is getting off the subject at hand.

The cookies were all mixed and ready to be chilled before baking. As I contemplated which mixing bowl to use for chilling, I continued around the kitchen island, forgetting the cabinet door was still open.

Hence, I flew through the air with not the greatest of ease. Admittedly, it was a self-inflicted injury. With a fair amount of time, it was also a home remedy that healed me.

Momma always said, “If you know what your problem is, you have it half solved.” I now close kitchen cabinet doors. They can be hazardous to your health.

The end result; my efforts could not be compared to Naomis’ cookies. I’ve heard good cooks, when sharing a recipe, will deliberately omit an ingredient or useful information. I hate to think my Naomi would do that to her momma.

This tale was not recently. It must have come to mind because in years past I would be up to my eyeballs with baking Christmas cookies. Not so anymore. Dave and I are empty-nesters and don’t need all those calories. Except my guy really likes his sweets and they have become slim pickins at home.

These days, we aim to focus on the reason for the season. A celebration of Jesus’ birth. I’ve heard it said that many babies became a King, but Jesus came as a baby and a King. If you will pardon my pun, he is sweet on mankind, and wishes to be our personal Savior.

He is a Savior, but can only become a personal one by invitation. It takes faith, trust, and an admission that he is a much-needed ingredient in living a good life.

Merry Christmas!

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