I could feel myself falling. Most accidents happen in a split second. This one happened in slow motion. I tried to hold on to the door frame but had no grip. I felt the back of my foot ram into the toilet bowl behind me. I hit my knee on a sharp tiled threshold and kept falling. I knew I was falling and was scared but I did not know how bad a bathroom fall could be. I was later to learn that many are fatal.

I had been separated a few months before and had gone through a few months of darkness. But then I found jogging and began to gain my physical strength back. This particular day I jumped into the shower after my work out buzzed and excited. The darkness was beginning to lift and I was feeling so much lighter than I had felt in months.

It was when I was getting out of the shower that I slipped. I hit my head hard against the tiled edge of the floor threshold; the raised barrier that prevents water from flowing out. The shock was mortifying and the pain excruciating. I still have chills remembering it. I lay on the floor, confused and unsure of what had just happened.

I started to drift off to ‘sleep’. I wanted to close my eyes for a few minutes to let the pain pass but a push in me jolted me up. In the same soapy water that I fell, I got up and wobbled into my bedroom. I don’t actually remember if I walked or I crawled. I remember is seeing lots of blood on the floor.

I tried to dial on my phone for help but was trembling so much that it took me nearly five minutes to dial our caretaker’s number. When I finally did, I was incorrigible so he came in to see what was going on. Incidentally, my door was open and I was dressing as he came in and was in absolute shock. I could tell I was bleeding but didn’t know how bad it was.

He frantically looked for my car keys and helped me into the car and drove me to hospital.

I had incurred a terrible cut on my forehead so I got some stitches. I have a little bump and scar on my forehead now.

Initially, I was furious with God. After everything I had gone through, I felt I could not handle any other cup of pain and that my life seemed to run all the time from one traumatic experience to another.

Then God opened my eyes. If the devil were to have his way with me, I would be dead.

They will fight against you, but they will not overcome you, for I am with you,” says ADONAI, “to rescue you.”                                                                                                                                                                        Jeremiah 1:19

In this month of Thanksgiving, I give glory to God for keeping me. When I see the scar, I see the hand of God upon my life. It is indeed a mark of love and life.

I am not as strong as I could be, but God’s strength has been made perfect in my imperfections. God himself carried me like on eagles’ wings. He gave me supernatural strength. By God, I ran through troops and leaped over walls. He trained my hands for battle, my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

I would have died in depression. I wanted to commit suicide when my marriage ended. Asthma could have taken me out severally. There are specific times when my life came under attack. But mercy said no!

I celebrate God because he has made me a testimony, an epistle of his goodness and mercy. He saved my life from eternal damnation; he pushed back against the enemy so I would not die before my time. He gave me his age-old Spirit so I would be relevant for my generation. He gave me abundant grace so that I’m empowered for my assignment and raised above sin.

Sometimes we focus on what we don’t have and forget what great things God has done in our lives.

I invite you to join our gratitude challenge and for the next two weeks, appreciate God and celebrate him for what he has already done without asking him for anything.

Happy holidays!

In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.                                                                            1 Thessalonians 5:18