Just a quick story about a Saturday.

Our church put on a yard sale for our youth to help support them on a trip this June to serve in Mexico. For those of us planning it, there are the nerve-racking days of wondering if we’ll have enough to sell and whether people will see the signs and socials to know it’s happening and stop by. Then it rained for days. A major and popular 10k race was happening this same morning just a street away from us. Will it work out as we hoped for our young people?

Long story short – we had plenty of stuff donations for the sale and we had a steady flow of shoppers all morning. Praise the Lord!

Early on in the morning, I was moving a rack of clothes and tripped. Down I went!!! Glasses on my face, pain in my side, and not able to stand right away. Embarrassing, right? However, some of the young people stayed right there as did a man visiting the sale. When I caught my breath, they all leaned in and helped me right myself. Thankful for people willing to serve…seriously! Back to the sale.

Briefly after that fall, I was recovering by moving slowly around the yard sale tables, doing the next thing, and a song I’d not heard before came through the nearby sound system. The words on repeat in the chorus were “You Catch Me When I Fall”. Wow!

Through my life, I have fallen a lot. Loose ankles. Not paying attention. Misjudging my surroundings. Bifocals. My kids regularly have tried to avert disaster by calling out, “Mom, don’t run.” Or here lately, now that I run less, in general, just “Mom, don’t fall”. That song reminded me of a God who catches us when we fall. He doesn’t always keep us from falling, but He is there with us when it happens.

No broken bones. Just bruised ribs and pain in my side where I hit ground.

Then, you won’t believe the next song: “All My Life You Have Been Faithful” [“The Goodness of God”].

For the rest of the yard sale, with every slow move, and every kind word from those around me, it was an opportunity to consider the goodness of God.

Then, as the time ran down, and we packed the treasures not claimed into our cars to take to local thrift stores…the drama continued.

I couldn’t find my car keys. They were in my pocket as I carried things to the car, and then they weren’t there. The car was completely packed. We searched it and searched it. We all looked everywhere around the parking lot, on all the tables, inside the church, even in the bathroom. Nowhere.

Dave had to return home in his truck to get my spare keys and bring them back. While he was away, I prayed…lamblasting myself for losing the keys. Thinking of what effort it will take to replace all those keys on my keyring. Sigh…

When he arrived back with my keys, I drove my packed car to my favorite Christian thrift store. Feeling the ache from the fall, I was thankful for the volunteers’ help in emptying my car. I told them I had lost my keys and would they watch for them as they went through all the bags and boxes of stuff.

With the last pile I lifted out of the back and into the arms of the volunteer, he said, “Are those your keys?” Yes, they were! Amazing! I could have danced around that parking lot if it didn’t hurt to do so.

On the way back home, my heart was so full – you know what that feels like! It’s not like I had trusted God with a cancer diagnosis, or a wayward child, or a big career change, or a rupture in my family. It was a fall and lost keys. Only. But…hallelujah!

Picking up lunch at a favorite restaurant for Dave and me, I just looked up at a sky with the sun breaking through the clouds of the last several rainy days. Saying out loud, to no one in the parking lot, “You are so good, God. Look what You did for me!”

It was a good day after all.