I have a guardian angel.
And never have I been more convinced of it than this morning.
I've been sick all week, and just within the last two days, have more or less recovered. A shopping trip to Metta yesterday with a large assorted group of students, teachers, and visitors sealed my fate--that of getting better, I mean--and today, I had every intention of being in class, getting all my Friday chores done, and finishing packing for the camping trip this weekend. All of that before 1:30 this afternoon.
The camping trip (which is called a "picnic" around here) is for the IMM (Intensive Medical Missionary) students, also referred to as grade 9. Teachers are going as well, and we'll be camping up in the mountains. I almost didn't go, but it sounds like too much fun. I'm in.
However, I almost got stuck here all weekend.
I've been changing trash and putting clothes away and putting band-aids on little girls and cleaning up my room this morning. I finished packing right after breakfast, and I've mostly been out of my room since then. I came running back in after returning some clothespins to the line outside and planned to sit down with my computer and work on exams some more.
I hadn't even stepped on my mat yet and a fuzzy piece of wadded up hair caught my eye. There is no reason for me to notice it--I lose hair routinely and this would be nothing new. I came nigh stepping on it, but having seen it, stepped around it and sat cross-legged on my bed, with the fuzzy just hidden from view underneath my knee.
I was going to ignore it. However, my ever-growing sense of cleanliness began to grow guilt in me. Heidi, you really shouldn't leave your bed a mess like that. I know, it's only one fuzzy, but it's still one fuzzy. Are you really doing your best if you leave it there?
Point taken.
I lifted my knee up, located the fuzzy and picked it up and tossed it a little to get it off the bed. Imagine my surprise when the fuzzy wriggled in the air, hit the bed, and crawled away!
My mouth fell open. A scorpion. And I just picked the thing up.
Just two nights ago, Hannah stepped on a scorpion and has been in intense pain because of it. I've been stung before, and I well remember the agony. Visions of what would've happened if it got my finger when I picked it up--or worse yet, if I'd stepped on it or (gulp!) sat on it--flashed through my mind as I chased the little beast and made an end of it.
I can say only one thing.
I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this weekend.
And I'm so thankful for my guardian angel...who protects me when I unwittingly pick danger up with my very fingers.
I am glad you were saved. Angels are a blessing. One day when I was walking back to our apartment in Thailand, just about dusk, all of a sudden my foot diverted, and in an odd direction. If it hadn't, I would have stepped on the scorpion in my flimsly flip flops. I am sure that a very kind angel moved my foot for me. For that I am thankful. And I'm glad that instead of being in pain, you are going on a wonderful adventure. We look forward to the next chapter. May God bless you.
ReplyDeleteI shudder at the sight of this scorpion, and the possible sting. The Lord surely blesses you Heidi. Thank you for sharing. I hope the "picnic" is fabulous! Hooray for Guardian Angels!
ReplyDeleteDare I say it's kind of cute? So glad you didn't get stung, though!
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