I’m so thankful I can incorporate my one word, thankful, into my favorite Friday activity – Five Minute Friday, which I confess takes longer than five minutes for me to compose because I’m a
deep slow thinker, but only takes five minutes to read. That counts, right? This week, the word is alone.
The other day, I almost fell off a mountain. I was not alone.
Oh I went to the mountain by myself. But there were lots of other people climbing. I was not alone.
I spoke to people as they went up and down. Joked about how there should be a helicopter at the top to bring you back down because the climb was killer. I knew going down was going to be much harder than going up. I was right. But I was not alone.
When my foot slipped and my leg buckled and my knee smashed and my head cracked on the rock, I was not alone.
Oh no people were there to witness my fall. Only the Lord. I was not alone.
And he sent help quickly in the form of a tiny Asian woman. I was not alone.
She called 911.
As I continued down the mountain, other hikers asked if I was okay. They heard about me. I was not alone.
When I was almost at the bottom, the firefighters met me. I was not alone.
I am still here because I was not alone.