It keeps playing over and over in my head like a movie… the “accident” scene where everything changes in the blink of an eye.
Last night, one of our closest friends fell and fractured his back. One minute it was pizza, laughter and sunsets… the next, we’re dialling 000, gathering the kids, and praying our hearts out.
Fortunately (thankYou, thankYou) there was no damage to the spinal cord, so although it’ll be a while before he’s play-wrestling his kids again, he will be fine.
We are so grateful.
Grateful, too, for the startling reminder – clear and sobering as a slap – that life in this physical world is fleeting and wildly unpredictable. Any confidence I have in my capacity to protect / control / manage it, is utter delusion.
Instead, I want to dwell, moment by moment, in that only sure, enduring thing… the Deep, that ocean of love that undergirds and throbs and woos and holds everything, way beyond our capacity to comprehend.
Oh that I would remember this night, this lesson, and remain in this confidence, no matter what comes.