St. Michael Prayer

St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do, thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the Power of God, cast into hell satan and all of the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.

Glory to God in the Highest!

Thursday, October 24, 2013

When God Has Other Plans

Last night, I had planned to clean up, then write this blog.  I started to walk down the stairs from the bedroom to the living room.  I remember thinking, “I need to put a light here (at the bottom) so that I can see better.” I took a step down.  The next thing I knew I was on my back on the floor, and I heard 3 loud pops in my ankle.  Ouch!  (I offered it up.) God had other plans. 
    A friend took me to Urgent Care.  I thought we would be in and out.  I was the last person to be seen.  God had other plans.  It took much longer than I thought to see the doctor, then, there was the X-Ray.  I met a lovely young woman, the x-ray tech, who told me that it wasn’t my age that caused me to fall, because she always fell down the stairs.  (She was grace and kindness!)  Then it was back to the room to wait, again, for the doctor. (An exercise in the virtue of patience?) 
    The doctor didn’t seem to know what to do with me.  She asked me what I wanted to do.  Huh? ( Again and exercise in patience?)  She wasn’t sure if I had a hairline fracture or not.  She wasn’t sure if they had boots to immobilize my ankle and foot.  (I offered this up, lest I say something unkind that I could not take back.  Obviously she didn’t have much experience working with sprains or breaks.)  I felt that when you went to the doctor, they should know what to do instead of asking you what you wanted to do.  God had other plans.
    She found a boot.  My friend took me home.  Now, the challenge of the stairs and the dog.  How would I do this?  I tried to scoot down and crawl up the stairs, but God had other plans.  I learned that even if you do scoot and crawl, at some point, you have to stand, and that hurt. (I offered that up.) Well, God had other plans. 
    It was late.  I was tired.  My foot and ankle ached.  I elevated my foot, and took off the boot, because the boot cut off my circulation causing my foot to go sleep.  I guess God had other plans.  I offered it up.  I asked for the gift of sleep.  God had other plans.  Sleep was fitful, so I offered that up.  I know God had other plans.  I prayed when I couldn’t sleep and when my foot throbbed during the night. I prayed when I heard the alarm go off.  I prayed through the night.  God had other plans. 
    Today the news was good!  No break, just a sprain.  Thank You, My Loving God!  Thank you!   God had other plans!

1 comment:

  1. Oh no, Mallory! That looks so painful! I'm glad to hear that it isn't broken though. I'll pray that it heals quickly.