Everything Happens for a Reason

The nice lady from radiology said maybe my broken wrist was God’s way of telling me I need to slow down. Well, I think Someone needs to work on His communication skills.

1-DSC_0037It happened last Wednesday. I was in Florence visiting with Maria Wall.  I first met Maria in 2011 when my garden club toured her amazing moss garden, and I wrote a post about it. Maria loved the part where I said, “If I wanted to talk to God, and all the churches were closed, Maria Wall’s garden would be the next best thing.” We have been friends ever since.

This is my favorite picture from Maria’s garden. I took it in 2011.

Maria and I had just finished a lovely lunch and were beginning to walk in the garden. She’s very generous and offered me some plants. – Isn’t it strange how one little decision can change everything in an instant. If I had just chosen a different shovel, it wouldn’t have collapsed, I wouldn’t have tried to break my fall with my left hand, and I wouldn’t have found myself on the ground rocking back and forth in pain, cradling my wounded wrist.

Maria doesn’t drive but she insisted on coming with me to the hospital. My daughter Monica’s Facebook post said that I was a “bad ass” for driving myself to the hospital, but truthfully I barely made it. When I pulled into the wrong building a good Samaritan noticed I was about to pass out and insisted on driving us to the emergency room. She came back several times to check on me and once more at the end of the day to see if Maria needed a ride home. She wasn’t the only one looking after Maria and me. All the nurses and doctors at Eliza Coffee Memorial Hospital were wonderful, and I thank them for their care and kindness.

This is the one and only picture I took of Maria's garden before the accident. She said this area looked better before she took things in for the winter, but I think it's beautiful.

This is the one and only picture I took of Maria’s garden before the accident. She said this area looked better before she took things in for the winter, but I think it’s beautiful.

I don’t understand what God is trying to tell me, but He’s certainly got my attention. Now, if He would just speak a little clearer…

 

 

 

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2 Responses to Everything Happens for a Reason

  1. Phillip says:

    Oh my goodness, I’m sorry to hear this! I hope your wrist is better. I was just at ECM on Monday for a procedure (one of those things you need to have done when you turn 50 – :) I was scared to death because I’d never even been in a hospital bed before in my life. Everyone was so nice and caring. They really put me at ease.

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