I had heard that a storm was coming – like another one we already had. I had been thinking about the tomato soup at Atlanta Bread Company, and with a storm coming, it seemed like a good time to try out the recipe that was said to be very much like theirs.
Only a couple of things on my list, enough to just put on the ‘seat’ of the cart. Looking forward to the completion of this tasty task.
All of a sudden, all I could feel was pain. The huge can of tomatoes had slipped through the leg holes on the seat, and landed just behind my right toe. Barely able to stand, I tried to keep my tears inside, attempting to stay standing while leaning on my cart.
No one saw the can fall. No one was in the aisle at the time of the impact. Did anyone care?
And then, I got a little upset with God. If He makes the sun rise and set every day, was He in charge of that can? Why did that can have to fall just at the time that my foot was taking the next step on the mission that I had set out to accomplish? Couldn’t the can have just slipped off to the side – – I mean, why did it have to hit my toe? And why did it have to hurt so bad? And why was no one there to see if I was ok?
Psalm 37:23 says that “the steps of a good man (lady) are ordered by the Lord.” What??!! Did that mean that God knew about the can? Did He know whether my toe was broken or not (it wasn’t)? Did He know how much it hurt?
It seemed as though God wrapped His arms around me and said, “I saw the can fall. I was in the aisle when it hit. I do care – more than you can ask or think.”
He is a good God – even when it hurts.