Lately, I have given some thought to pain, living alone, and the consequences that can result if I fall and no one is around to help me up.
When I attended an out-of-town conference, it was brought home to me in a big way. I stepped out of the car at a large hotel, and a sharp pain engulfed my leg and I couldn’t stand to put weight on it. I said, “I don’t think I can walk.” The doorman replied, “Would you like a wheelchair?” Although it hadn’t occurred to me, it was the right solution, so I said, “Yes, please.”
After a few minutes ride to our sixth-floor room, I felt normal and I could walk again. The Lord allowed that crazy happening to cause me to think about the brevity of life.
The next day when the elevator didn’t respond quickly, I decided to take the stairs. After a couple of flights, I had a shuddering thought. What if I fell? No one knew where I was. Later I discovered I had unwittingly left my cell phone in my room.
I think the Lord nudged me to think about getting some sort of an alert call button since life is fragile—and so are bones.
Since Mom’s homegoing, I am now a live-alone-newbie. I am learning that I need to be extra careful. It’s not a good idea to walk around in my house in the dark, because I could easily fall; but, placing a touch lamp next to my bed has been a good thought and a blessing.
I am thankful that the Lord promises in Hebrews 13:5, “Never to leave us nor forsake us.”
It’s a comfort to know He is with me whether I get up during the night or when it’s light—because, life is fragile.