I was reading over a few of the blog posts I've written so far and something jumped out at me. Apparently I like to use the word "stumbled" when referring to a Bible verse. As in, "I stumbled across this today..." That struck me as funny because, you see, I happen to be rather clumsy.
At any given time I can usually find at least one bruise that I cannot remember where it came from and I'm currently sporting matching brush burns on my knees from tripping on the steps and landing hard in the foyer square on my knees. Amazingly, no blood was involved but the can of Cherry Coke I hurled across the hard floor looked pretty battered.
I believe God values our little, seemingly insignificant prayers and so I'm sure he was enjoying my gushes of thanks that the soda can was intact and not gushing itself all over my floor...and walls and front door and carpeted stairs. You get the picture. My knees (and big toe - go figure) hurt ALOT but nothing would have brought me to tears quicker than a busted soda can. I may or may not have cried when I exploded a can of soda in the freezer a few years ago.
Let me give you a word of advice. If you ever decide to stick your favorite carbonated beverage in the freezer for a quickie cool down...don't forget it's there. You will regret the decision and I guarantee you won't do that again. Unless you like to live dangerously. Then, for the love of all that is frozen, please set a timer to remind you it's in there.