There are days when I waltz through the day, doing a zombie dance . . . wake up, feed children, entertain, play, stay sane, get through the day, go to bed; repeat.  I don’t think twice about the health of our family, our safety, all of the blessings that we have.  These kind of days are most days.  I have my God in a box, and if I remember where my box is, or if I need Him, I can just open the lid and take a peak just to make sure He’s still there.  I am not proud of that fact.  And I am being proactive in trying to change it, having just started a weekly Beth Moore Bible Study with some of the most amazing women I know.  And trying to get my act straight.  Most days, I forget that I am at all important and cared for by the One who gives me life each day.

But yesterday, I was reminded of that fact and it wasn’t just a little reminder, like a whispering in the wind.  It was a big, fat, smack in your face reminder. It wasn’t a sense of peace while I looked into the sky and saw a rainbow.  Or a reminder as I stood in awe looking at something miraculous in nature.  It wasn’t that I was amazed because God could create something so amazing and intricate in my womb.  

It was much more obvious and in your face than any of those.  

And here is what happened . . . 

Carter woke up from his nap in the afternoon.  And like normal, Brayden and I went to go up and get him so that I could bring him back downstairs and feed him while Brayden played.  As we were starting to come down the stairs after getting Carter, Brayden said something to me, and I turned around to answer him.  I lost my footing, hit the wall, spun around and then fell down our flight of wooden stairs, head first, with Carter in my arms.  It all happened so ridiculously fast that I didn’t even realize what had happened until I was falling, falling, falling and then a million thoughts about how my child was going to be killed right then and there were going through my head.  

This is where the screaming reminder that God loves me and is protecting me and my family come in.  A hundred horrible things could have happened as I fell down the stairs.  I could have fell down, dropped Carter and he could’ve fallen down the stairs himself.  I could’ve landed with him under me and fallen down the stairs on top of him.  But somehow, the Lord was watching over us, and I fell down on my side and my back, with my head going first and was able to (I have no idea how, but I guess it was instinct), put my hand over his head while we were falling.  Maybe there were angels keeping him from flying out of my arms as I tumbled uncontrollably down.  Maybe it was my silent pleas as I fell, screaming in my head that I needed God to protect us.      

Carter unfortunately did bump his head at the very bottom, when I landed.  And the way in which he looked when he slipped out of my arms at the very end was enough to give me nightmares for the rest of my life.  But, he doesn’t even have a bump, a bruise or any other signs of being injured.  I scooped him up while saying oh my God, oh my God, please, please please let him be okay.  I could barely stand as I was shaking so badly, not even worried about whether or not my own body was injured.  Amazingly, he cried only for about ten seconds and then seemed totally fine.    

I never ever want something like that to happen in my life again.  But I am positive that God had His Hand of Protection on me as I was falling, and I don’t think there can be any denying of that fact.  I am badly bruised in a few places, but we were protected in such an amazing way.    

As I wept after I fell and placed my trembling hands all over Carter’s face and head, while praying . . . God came out of my box because really, that’s not where He belongs.  And if it took a smack in my face reminder that I am loved and watched over, then so be it.  But let’s not hope I forget it, ’cause I’d rather not have to go through that again. 

And here is the proof of the miracle.  A beautiful blue eyed angel baby who doesn’t have even a bump to show that he tumbled down a flight of wooden stairs with his momma: