“I am the LORD, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?” — Jeremiah 32:27
One day, years ago, I was babysitting my youngest grandson. He was a baby, maybe a year old. He was walking around my apartment, as I watched him, working on my projects.
Often, he would copy his grandmother by picking up my broken cellphone and holding it to his ear. He saw me working and on the phone a lot, so he copied me. It was a job to care for him, wash his clothing and keep him bathed and fed.
We were in my lovely apartment, with its sliding glass doors, manicured lawns and large picture windows viewing the beautiful, well-kept pool from every room. It was the one of most luxurious home I’ve had in all my years.
Anyhow, the sliding door of one of my closets had come off-track, so I stood the door up again the closet until the apartment management could come to fix it.
A few days later, as my 14-month-old grandson was walking past that door, just enough steps toward my bedroom, for that door to fall and hit the top of his head! Can you imagine? It was a metal door, so the blood flowed out — I thought he was going to die!
I called the ambulance, and they took us to Holy Cross Hospital. I prayed and prayed all the way, asking God to protect him. Turns out, the injury was just a minor cut that only required some stitches. It healed, and my grandson never had any problems from that injury.
His hair grew into that spot and nothing happened — no permanent brain damage! That, my friends, surely was a blessing that I will always count!
I can’t thank God enough even today, 19 years later. He is a high school graduate, about to go off to college, got his driver’s license and he keeps in close contact with his grandma!
Another blessing happened when I was 10 years old, living on a farm in North Carolina. That day, my mom passed out and fell to the floor. It frightened me so badly that I ran out the house to the field, staring at the house.
Normally, I’m afraid of ghosts, wild animals, just afraid of the dark, but that day, none of that mattered. The fear that my mother had died took over, and I couldn’t stand to know what had happened. I knew it would be too painful to learn that my mother had died.
Eventually, I walked slowly back to the house. I peeked in the window and saw that my mother was awake and seemed to be doing just fine, so I went inside. Something she had eaten made her sick and she fainted. We really don’t know why, but everything turned out just fine.
In fact, I had my mother for another 63 years or more before she went home to be with the Lord. That was truly a blessing for me, and I still count that day as something wonderful that happened in my life.
It’s hard to imagine my life without mother in it, especially from as young as 10 years old. Things surely would have gone another way, and I would have been without mother for 63 years. Most likely, I wouldn’t be here today, writing this column for you. She would not have been here to teach me and my brothers and sisters all of the wonderful life lessons that she taught her children!
Thank you Lord for both of these blessings. Think about the huge blessings that you have experienced!
Lyndia Grant is a speaker/writer living in the D.C. area. Her radio show, “Think on These Things,” airs Fridays at 6 p.m. on 1340 AM (WYCB), a Radio One station. To reach Grant, visit her website, www.lyndiagrantshow.com, email firstname.lastname@example.org or call 240-602-6295. Follow her on Twitter @LyndiaGrant and on Facebook.