Mortifying moments. Everyone has them. It goes beyond embarrassing. These are the memories that, even years later, when you think about them—you cringe. I have accumulated several of these marked moments in my span of thirty-two years. But in retrospect, I can see the hand of God. Here’s my humiliating story. (And I am going to click PUBLISH before I change my mind 🙂 )

When I was fifteen I went skiing with my church youth group. After half the day of rockin’ the bunny slopes, my friends asked if I wanted to join them on a more difficult slope. I agreed. If you’ve seen one hill you’ve seen them all, right? And so what if I didn’t have a handle on knowing how to stop or slow down. Details. Details.

While riding the incline we saw that there was a trail that led off this slope to another. My friends and I decided that would be fun to try. Three. Two. One. And we’re off.

Right away I realize not all hills are created equal. The slope is steep and my skis couldn’t go any faster than if I had rockets strapped to them. The trail is approaching. It’s turn now or don’t turn at all. I hesitated…it cost me.

The next thing I was aware of was a medic staring me in the face. My fifteen year-old frame ran into a thirty-foot tall tree. It knocked me unconscious for who knows how long. Now this medic tells me I had to ride down in a snowmobile, giving everyone on the mountain a good chance to gawk. Humiliated. Mortified. And not to mention my biggest crush (my future husband) heard and was waiting for me at the bottom of the slope. Doesn’t that beat all?

I walked away from the whole ordeal with a slight concussion, a dandy of a mark on my forehead, and the ability to puke in a Pringles can.

Looking back, I can now see what my teenage brain couldn’t. I COULD HAVE DIED! Okay, now that it is out of my system, I can proceed. Yes, I was sooooo concerned about how embarrassed I was that I didn’t realize the severity of the situation. In fact, that same year Sonny Bono died by hitting a tree while skiing.

So what’s the point of the story? Psalms 116:6 The Lord preserves the simple. J

Even though I was stupid. God protected me. When I had no clue. He was watching.

A couple weeks ago, we were walking in a parking lot. My child wasn’t paying attention and I had to grab his collar to keep him from stepping in front of a car. After I recovered from the Oh-my-goodness-that-was-close shock, I stressed to my child the importance of being aware of your surroundings. I have accumulated many examples like that, some as severe and some not, of watching over my kids and stepping in before harm could be done. And often times, they had no clue. And still don’t.

And that’s what God did for me, not just on the ski slope that day, but in life. He hovers over me, watches me, just in case he has to pull me by the collar to get me out of harm’s way. He gives His angels charge over me to keep me. (Psalms 91) That’s His nature. He is my rescuer. I could tell you of time after time of how God saved Rachel McDaniel from sinking. Before I can yell “Help”, His hand is already there.

What about you? Any close calls that you made you thankful for our ever-present, ever-helping God? Tell me about it in a comment below.

*Michelle is the winner of Sapphire Secrets kindle copy. Enjoy, Michelle!!


2 thoughts on “

  1. I love the introspective, & grounded way you put things. It’s exceptional. Your capacity for stimulating deep thought…
    it’s so inviting
    I really am blown away by it, makes me want to know God
    more like you do
    What a gift

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