Snipitz - Falling down and our Jobs

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This is how we taught our girls to go down stairs...

they had to sit on their backsides and bump down one stair at a time. They would giggle as they sat down and bounced their way like Tigger on Winnie The Pooh. Like there bottoms were made out of springs.

I can still see my little girls turning around and climbing back up and then doing it all over again...

Our apartment in Kennewick had the bedrooms upstairs. They were steep and carpeted. Our oldest could bump down them very well, but our middle child was still a newbie to this world and not yet able to bump her way down on her own.

That morning we were rushing around trying desperately to get everyone ready as we would head out to work.

Rushing... .

Running...

Grabbing what I could carry because My wife had hurt her ankle and was on crutches. Unable to carry our baby girl down the stairs. I was charged with the pleasure.

As I neared the top of the carpeted steps...

daughter poised on my hip...

I looked back wanting to make sure everyone was coming.

My foot stepped just a little too far...

and down I went.

Not just down on the ground... .but down the stairs!

I knew I was going to fall...

I knew it was going to hurt...

but above all odds...at any cost to me and my then slim body I HAD to protect my child!!!!

as my tail hit the edge of the top of the stairs I started to do what we had taught Mandy to do. I started bumping.

Unfortunately it was not only my backside, but my head that bounced and bumped off each step until I came to a stop at the landing.

My fall was like that of a Bugs Bunny Cartoon! Resplendent with oofs, grunts, and ouches. I felt like Elmer fudd or Yosemite Sam, Wile E. Coyote and Tom (from Tom and Jerry fame). In human terms I was Former President Jerry Ford!

The ONLY thought on my mind was...

Where was my daughter!!

My daughter was right where I had left her..she was on my left hip.

During my fall I had succeeded in keeping her, somehow, away from harm. When I came to a stop on the landing my first instinct was to make sure my baby was ok...

I had to make sure that her dad's klutziness (at which I am at worst a gold medalist and at best the current world record holder) had not hurt her. As I looked into her eyes she burst out in gleeful laughter... and she started to bounce on my hip like this had been one of the greatest rides she had ever been on!

My other daughter looked at her dad and the bottom of the stairs in a heap and piped up...

€œME NEXT DADDY!€

Protecting our children from harm is what a parent does... ..

Our children often times don't even know that harm was around.

We child proof, we put them in car seats, we strap them in buggies, We do whatever we can to protect our children from harm... .and yet...

the harm still comes.

Hurt still comes.

Trying as hard as we can to protect our children from whatever peril might come their way...

we simply can not.

So hurt happens... .

One daughter sports a swollen eye from a simple game of Fuji Golf...

Ok I know you are going to ask...

€œWhat the heck is Fuji Golf?€

Back in the film days ( ancient I know) Fuji film came in a plastic outer canister. When you would squeeze the canister with enough force the lid would POP off sending it flying whatever direction you pointed it. We would set up a small course around the Mini €“ Lab ( the film processing lab... NOT a miniature Labrador) and spend time playing a round of golf..

We had water hazards and sand-traps. A beautiful course... where the holes consisted of anything a film lid would fit into...

Man were we BORED!!!

this day, however, we had been playing around the house... .it was Mandies 1rst Birthday...

as I held my first born in my arms I discovered she had the strength to squeeze the cannister...

POP!!!!

right off the cheek bone just below the eye...

She cried... ..

and her eye swelled up... .

my heart broke... .

so, what did we learn from this incident?

That Fuji Golf is a very dangerous sport and should be left to the professionals.

Our middle child needed stitches on her forehead from a horrible balloon accident.

She had been playing with a balloon in the living room of our apartment...

an old house with a big front door with those big metal hinges... as she chased the balloon she tripped and sent herself headlong into the hinge... three cuts on her forehead... .

off to the emergency room just a block from the apartment...

Thinking here... .

I think my kids got my klutz genes... ..

We carried Laura down to the ER...

after explaining what had happened they decided she needed stitches.

I could not watch...or I would have been seeing the tile floor come hurtling towards my face.

I opted to leave instead...

I could hear my 3year old as she screamed plain enough for EVERYONE within a 4 block radius to hear...

'This is NOT going to HAPPEN!!!!!€ followed by the phrase...
€œI WANT MY DADDY!!!!!!€

She knew that her daddy would protect her... and I would have...

but at that time what she needed was the hands of someone greater than her daddy.

She needed the skills of a trained medical doctor... ..

Hurt comes... .more often that we could ever want.

Hurt comes in all shapes and sizes, from the small things like paper cuts

to larger ones like cutting the tip of your thumb off with a power tool. (another story...another time)

And your Father is always there to help you through it. Protecting you, shielding you and other times being there to pick you up and get you the help you need.

I am not talking about your earthly father here my friends...

I am talking about your HEAVENLY Father.

He has been their from BEFORE you were born...

and he will be there long after you depart this earth.

He will ALWAYS be your father...

and YOU will ALWAYS be His child.

God has provided gifts too everyone... Doctors, lawyers, dentists, musicians, ministers, comedians, sales people (except maybe telemarketers)...no I guess them too, trash collectors waiters, actors...(who USED to be waiters) and more... .

Each gift given is designed to help mankind in some way. Designed to heal or help... make you laugh and provide you with entertainment...or cook and serve you food for nourishment.

Professionals keep your body in good working order...

Musicians, Comedians, Ministers and others heal your soul and heart through laughter or tears...

Trash collectors, Police officers and others keep the world around you clean and safe protecting your well being.

No job is too big...no job is too small...

I am asked constantly why a man with a college education, who is half way to a masters degree is doing what I do? They ask me €œWhen are you going to get a real Job?€...

my reply is...

€œNo matter where I go or what I do for a living... I try to make people smile and be happy. My Job here on earth is to be a servant of God.€

and that is what I do...

I get up...put on my Khaki pants...slip on my shirt with the pretty company logo and clip on my name badge.

I go to work to provide a living for my family here on earth...

I serve God...to help my family, and my family of man to reach that place that God has prepared for us in heaven.

I want each and everyone of you to go there with me... .

when I get to that place that God has prepared for me... I pray that I see all your faces there as well..

and when I do... .

We are going to tailgate... laugh...play music... sing songs...and rejoice!!!!

Perhaps my job in heaven will be to stand next to Peter at the pearly gates... he gives you your wings...

I provide the Ipod and headphones...

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Maria Abigail Guevarra @purifymyheart ·

Hisdiciple! Thanks for sharing.
This one made me laugh and cry. :)

Everyone is a blessing in ourlives directly and indirectly, like the trash collector and the janitor. We just fail to see it most of the time. Your blog reminds me of that now. Will get back to this blog everytime I forget that the person next to me is special and loved by Jesus. ;)

"Hurt comes... .more often that we could ever want. Hurt comes in all shapes and sizes, from the small things like paper cuts"-- Just yesterday a colleague had hurt me by her words, And I was like "You intended to harm me but GOD intended it for good." (hahaha quoting Joseph's words). But i still feel the pain. And it wasn't easy. And today (a holiday! :) ), music and literary pieces have comforted me. They are GOD's tools too. :) But nothing compares to the comfort Ihave received in GOD's loving arms.

Listening to thesong "You're my little girl" by Go Fish.

truly. thanks for sharing hisdisciple!
Continue to be a blessing! :)

~Abbie

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Stephen Whitlock @reithien ·

As I read your blog, I recalled my mother telling about my riding a trike down stairs with a blanket over my head. But as I read your blog, I also was able to visualize the entire thing as if I had been there. Thank you for sharing and may God bless you. Just remember that those little ones are soon grown. My little ones are now called grandchildren. reithien

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