I had waited all week to get back to the woods.
Temperatures had been too frigid for me to do much walking but then Friday blew in all bright and blustery like a morning in March and Saturday’s sunshine rivaled the day before.
And I was raring to go!
After sitting all morning in my monthly bible study — where we are reading and discussing Nancy Leigh DeMoss’s Lies Women Believe — and then at Cranberry’s Cafe for a delightful cup of tea with a friend, I was eager to stretch my legs and breath deep the clean, crisp winter air.
Seven days earlier, arctic chill freezing, my Michael and I opted for an intuitive drive, turning at will as we were lead, and discovered not one but three new hiking sites within 30 minutes of home. I was desperate to explore Laurel Ledges at Turtle Pond for the online description seemed utterly enchanting promising a diverse hike.
We would follow a stone walkway and cross a narrow boardwalk winding through a swampy area while hugging the base of a tall cliff. Once we passed these ledges and a small stand of evergreens the trail would snake over and around rocks and boulders on a narrow path between the hill and a stream on the right. Then we would climb the back end of the ledges via zig-zagging switchbacks up a hill to a lovely, elevated view of Turtle Pond.
The hike delivered and it was exhilarating.
And I was loving it!
But coming upon a really slick, steep spot I said a silent prayer.
Lord, please keep us safe on this trail.
No sooner had the words left my heart than I felt myself slipping.
I can’t remember if it was ice or my boot stubbing a rock that caused me to lose my footing. In those seemingly endless slow-mo seconds as I tumbled I waited and wondered if I would split my skull or break my wrists.
I landed with a heavy thud on the inside of my right knee.
After rubbing it and Michael praying we gingerly retraced our steps back down the trail with my tears like a waterfall.
Now the little purple egg on my swollen knee spends most of its time elevated with ice on the sofa.
And I wait for it to heal. And I’ll have to wait awhile before we go hiking again.
Moments after the injury occurred I recounted how I had prayed.
Our God is so very good, I said to Michael.
He heard my prayer and kept me safe sparing me the worst of what I feared. And allowed me to hobble off the path holding Michael’s arm. We didn’t need to call 911.
Thank you, Father.
And the morning of my fall, in the little Bible study in front of the wood burning stove, cups or tea or coffee in hand, sitting round a love-worn dining room table where many family meals have no doubt been shared, we talked about the lies we women believe about God.
Like God is not really good or at least He has not been good to me.
And what we believe about God is the foundation of our entire belief system.
If we have wrong thinking about God, we will have wrong thinking about everything else. What we believe about God determines the way we live. If we believe things about Him that aren’t true, we will eventually act on those lies and end up in bondage.
~Nancy Leigh DeMoss, Lies Women Believe and the Truth that Sets Them Free
As I think about my injury, mildly throbbing as I write and which I will take to the doctor’s if not improved in another 48 hours, I realize how much worse off my attitude — and by extension my physical body — would be if I thought God was not a good God.
Not that my not believing would cancel out His goodness of protecting me, but I’d be fuming and fussing with Him. And all those negative emotions inside wearing me down and out and strangling joy.
Thinking that He does bad stuff to punish us. That He lets evil befall us because He doesn’t love us. That He waits in the wings for a chance to pull the rug out from under us.
But Truth sets us free as we abide therein.
God is love.
And all He does is done in love, even hard things that we would much rather avoid. Because in His mysterious, higher than me-and-you ways, He is always working for our ultimate good with our very best interests at heart.
And sometimes it is that which hurts that heals us the most and shapes our character more like the Savior’s.
God is always for us.
While it may not feel like it at the time but be oh-so-painful like my leg, we can choose to rise above those feelings that fluctuate and often deceive us by knowing and trusting the Truth.
And we wait on God.
Spending quality and quantity time in God’s word, His holy love letter to us all.
And we dig down deep into scripture for ourselves.
No longer merely accepting all that another tells us like I once did. But really thinking hard and deep on our own, praying to the Holy Spirit for guidance, being a Berean, investigating and studying and even posing uncomfortable questions to God.
And then believe God.
Fall in love with Him. Speaking in heart whispers with the Holy Spirit all throughout the day and night, intimacy growing.
And the wait will be over for you will have found what you have searched for always.
Comforted and well prepared for your journey ahead.
Wherever the path may lead…
P.S. I had read Lies Women Believe a number of years ago and am re-reading it now and can’t recommend it enough. If you are struggling with the battle between lies and truth this book can help. Clicking my affiliate link and purchasing your copy will provide a small commission for me at no additional cost to you. Thanks!
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