coming home to the apartment i shared with my brother, a group of us laughing and talking about the nothings that mean everything in the way close friends do.
in my maybe twenties i was still young enough to enjoy being thrown over shoulders. my friend H scooped me up, running between buildings when balance lost. he stumbled forward and i went hands and surprise first into bushes. at sure of alright we laughed and worded instant replay for those who had missed the moment.
but in twenty years of inside joking about love strong between us despite the sudden discard, he only just told me…
that in falling—-he threw me towards the bushes to save me from the concrete.
that what seemed like coincidence or uncontrolled was his protection in the moment. his caring for.
there is a gift of sight god hands us in the looking back at what he has done and undone.
the clearer picture. the 8 x 10 instead of 3 x 5.
some of times while we are dusting ourselves off from the happened to us in life…the worse we were saved from was there the whole time.
in some of times the scratches and scrapes were in place of broken.
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.
1 peter 5.7 (NIV)