It was somewhere in the 60s on Friday, and on Saturday, it was cold and snowy all day long. I had made plans to go have coffee with a sweet high school-aged girl two doors down. The Targo had a million errands to run, so I took Nathan with me. As we were walking down our front stairs - about 8 of them that go up one story in approximately 5 feet - I fell. While carrying Nathan.
I didn't feel like I hurt myself, but I wasn't sure. The little monkey was hysterical for 15-20 minutes. He wasn't hurt - I held on so tightly - but he was scared, very very scared.
As a result of holding on to him, I tensed all of my muscles, hurt my back and pulled a muscle in my stomach. The bruises are now coming out - all over my arms and back. I'm probably lucky that no one at work is asking me about it.
There's a lesson here - for me anyway. I know that no matter what, I will hold on tight to Nathan. I will protect him from falls, risking my own body. And all this love, this sacrifice, is nothing compared to the sacrifice that's been given to me. My bruises are pale compared to what He suffered.
I hope I'm not offending anyone. I'm new in my faith and these ah-ha moments really touch me.