Practical cups of cold water

I share this post after having been on the receiving end of encouragement for the last month. “Cups of cold water” as Jesus puts it in Matthew 10:42, “And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones who is my disciple, truly I tell you, that person will certainly not lose their reward.”

I am taking note of how God is using others to encourage our family and lift us up during a difficult time. Not because I’m “keeping track” but because I want to learn how to be a better server of cold water to others when I’m back on my two feet again. And who knows, maybe you’ll get some ideas through this post and can serve someone one of these cups in your local church. Regardless of this post or not – it is the Holy Spirit who leads us to do for others if we will listen to his voice. We don’t have to have tips and articles to know how to serve others. He tells us. But I have learned a few things while being down that I’m hoping to share with others.

Cup #1: Cleaning and teaching a child to clean.

A lady came to clean our house this week which was so helpful to us. I’m surprised she didn’t get clobbered by all the dust bunnies that have grown in the last month. When she came she brought packaged dust wipes, windex wipes and a swiffer. And she not only cleaned but she showed our eight year old daughter how to do it as well. I’ve never used any of those products in cleaning – just good old fashioned clothes, mops and paper towels. But these packaged products really made it easier to use for Sophie. Our friend got our home cleaned up so nice and then a few days later I noticed Sophie pulling out all the products again and doing it herself. I resisted the urge to tell her she didn’t need to do it since it had just been done but I wasn’t about to stop my girl from cleaning! It might be a short lived phase of her “wanting” to clean the house but I will enjoy it until it wanes. Ha!! Anyways, I just thought that was so practical and helpful for this lady to not only clean for us but to leave the products and encouraged our girl to do it as well. 

Cup #2: Dropping off Paper Products.

One lady brought over a ton of paper products, plastic silverware, plates, cups, bowls, etc. We have used parts of it every single day at every meal. I’ve never thought of taking plastic and paper goods to someone who has just had surgery and will be down for a while but it’s a huge help.

Cup #3: Offering to push your wheelchair on a walk outside. 

Another lady offered to take me for a walk down our street in my wheelchair. She said to call whenever I wanted to get out for a walk. A great help when you feel like you’re overworking your daily care givers. I plan to do this because I know the offer was sincere.

Cup #4: Bring magazines.

One neighbor is keeping me stocked with magazines every week. I have never been a huge magazine girl but I’ve turned into one the last two weeks! I am really enjoying them. A variety has been wonderful.

Cup #5: Meals.

Meals being brought to our home is probably the most practical help of all. Even though my Mom and Randy are here they are doing so many other things that cooking is the last thing they’re able to do right now. So the meals have been a huge help and source of encouragement.

Cup #6 Cards.

Cards – oh my, how fun it is to receive cards in the mail with handwritten words. I’m a lover of words, pen and paper so I will always be a sucker for a handwritten note. My church family and friends have inundated me with love in this way. It’s such an encouragement and every day I look forward to mail time! Ha! I feel like a kid at overnight camp waiting for mail call. OMGosh I’m going to be so spoiled rotten by the end of all this.

Cup #7 Gift Basket with practical things in it

I received a well stocked gift basket that truly made me think the person had the exact same injuries because the things in the basket were so helpful and needed at that exact time. I couldn’t believe it. Again, I know this is where the Holy Spirit leads his people to care for the needs of others. In it were things like: hand sanitizer, gum, pens, pencils, page tabs, book marks, lotion, hand wipes, snacks, magazines, thank you notes and plain note cards ( a huge need in a situation like this!), fast food gift cards, etc.

Cup #8 Drive by prayers

This is where our church family has simply parked in our driveway or by the street and prayed over our family. They didn’t come in but prayed over our night – for me to sleep well. For pain to subside. For comfort. And God heard these prayers and acted on our behalf. I believe in prayer. And I’m so thankful my church believes in prayer and gives this gift of cold water to others. It’s a cup that anyone can give and it costs nothing but has great reward. By far my favorite cup of cold!

Cup #9 Visits

This is another cup that anyone can do and costs nothing. The cup of presence. Short visits. Visits with prayer and visits sprinkled with humor. They all help the one that can’t get out regularly.

Cup #10 Texting Scripture

Love this because sometimes you just need to read God’s word in a text message. If God puts His word on your heart to share with someone consider texting it. I find this to be extremely encouraging. It might seem impersonal but think about how many texts you receive in a day. How much of it is God’s Words verses people in your life? I want my text messages to be peppered with scripture.

Well, folks, I could go on. I have felt so very loved by my family, church family and friends. As I mentioned in an earlier fb post there is no need to feel guilt for not doing any of these things because the Holy Spirit is who leads us in serving others. He uses the entire body at different times to meet needs and encourage others. We must not put pressure on one another to do this. Only the Holy Spirit needs to prompt us and as we respond in obedience our church and community will have their needs met in abundance.



“Adorable Walker” said nobody ever…. until now!





And let’s not forget about the potty chair.


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Oh my word, I just noticed the stain under the potty chair and it looks like somebody “missed” HA! but I swear that stain has been on the floor since we bought the house – it is so not what it looks like. Bahaha!!!!

I know you think you have the greatest sister in the world but it’s actually me that has the best sister in the world. She spent five days serving our family, spending time with the kids and turning my cold gray sterile hospital equipment into cuteness adorable fun. I love my walker and potty chair. All it needs is a furry pink lid and some dice for the walker. HA!!!! Kidding about the dice. We did go back and forth on adding fringe and texture. This is when I go too far and turn “cute” into pimped out weirdness and tacky with a capital T. Or as my sister says, “Melody, you are so fourth grade!” Like I can’t seem to get out of that immature age for some reason. I got stuck there all those years ago. Oh well, I might as well own it because I don’t see it changing anytime soon.

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So as my sister worked for hours on making my stuff cute we dreamed about becoming business partners in decorated diva medical equipment. But the thought lasted about two seconds.

Linda, thank you for being my sister and for loving me so well. I appreciate it more than you know.

Linking with Jennifer,Holley and Kristin

It’s all about where you let your focus land

What do you see in these two pictures?


A laid up chick surrounded by…..

ice packs & meds


A potty chair, wheelchair and walker?


Or the blessings

Of cards from both young and old….(thank you preschool, 2nd and 4th grade and cheerleaders at CBS!)


The encouragement shared through flowers and written sentiments from those who swing by.


Where my eyes land and stay will determine the scope of the discouragement in a difficult season. If my focus is fixated on the sterile gray walker (which my sister helped change and pictures to come soon!) and the wheelchair and the pain meds then my outlook is downcast. But if I let my eyes and heart land on the sweet things like flowers, notes, and the love shown by my family and friends then my outlook will be different. Although it’s still a hard season it does not have to be overcome with discouragement. Staying in scripture is the number one thing that keeps my heart from becoming and staying downcast but next in line is focusing on the beautiful encouragement from my family and church family God has blessed me with.

So where are you choosing to let your focus land?

It makes a difference.

Linking with Jen today.


Fighting fears of domestic violence with scripture

I’m speaking on a subject that is extremely serious and one in which I have no personal experience except walking with people through this horrifying experience. There are things that I don’t understand fully and I’m thankful for trained domestic violence therapists who are helping women every day move to freedom.

But what I do want to talk about today is what to do when fear overcomes a woman who is or has dealt with a violent man in her life. When “he gets out of jail” or when “he moves back”. When you realize a violent pattern has begun but you’re too afraid to get out of the situation.

There are clear first steps that need to be taken. Tell someone if you are being hurt or taken advantage of in a relationship. Make that call to a Domestic Violence Shelter. Share with one person and seek wise counsel. It is never okay for a man to hit you or harm you or your children in any way. Never think, “It only happened a few times and I deserved it because I provoked him.” That is victim thinking and will only foster a continued cycle of abuse making it that much harder to stop.

But while you’re taking action I want you to know there is hope as one puts their trust in Jesus Christ. Scripture is full of truth and advice for when we are in desperate situations. Life and death situations. Situations that suck the life out of us but aren’t killing us physically. For when we are being pursued by the enemy and feel there’s no way out. God has us covered with truth for these times in our life. Here are just a few promises we can all cling to during desperate times. Knowing we are not alone in our struggles helps. Never think you are the “only one.” People have gone before us with similar struggles and God knew we’d need counsel and advice from his word to help us.

Psalm 17:7-9 Show me the wonders of your great love,
you who save by your right hand
those who take refuge in you from their foes.
Keep me as the apple of your eye;
hide me in the shadow of your wings
from the wicked who are out to destroy me,
from my mortal enemies who surround me.

Psalm 18:16-20 He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
17 He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
18 They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the Lord was my support.
19 He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.
20 The Lord has dealt with me according to my righteousness;
according to the cleanness of my hands he has rewarded me.

Psalm 18:29-30 With your help I can advance against a troop;
with my God I can scale a wall.
30 As for God, his way is perfect:
The Lord’s word is flawless;
he shields all who take refuge in him.

Psalm 18:32-35 It is God who arms me with strength
and keeps my way secure.
33 He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;
he causes me to stand on the heights.
34 He trains my hands for battle;
my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
35 You make your saving help my shield,
and your right hand sustains me;
your help has made me great.

These are just snippets of powerful truth that are at our fingertips. God’s word is powerful in times of struggle and in times of ease. We must run to it for our strength. The more we do this the less we look over our shoulders in fear and trembling.

I’d like to pray for in general but specifically for women dealing with domestic violence today.

Father, for my sisters in Christ and those who don’t know you yet, who are in the middle of a domestic violence battle, I pray for their rescue. I pray they would take refuge in you. This takes action on their part. They must run to you. So I pray you would help them run in your direction and Father meet them when they can run no longer. Let them find shelter in the shadow of your wings and to find comfort knowing they are the apple of your eye. Be a shield to them and let this truth sink in and give them a new sense of strength. In Jesus Name, Amen. 


While I’m sleeping…….

My sister came up from Atlanta this weekend to help us out on the home front since my Mom had to go back for some appointments. She has been so helpful to us and the kids love her being here.  She took Sophie to McD’s and had some special girl time with her. Then they went peony picking. *Insert high-pitched little girl squeal.  I now am gazing at them as I type. Pink flowers do a number on me almost as powerful as my pain meds. Ha! Kidding.

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Linda also got to take Sophie to her soccer game and see her play which was awesome fun. And she she got to be a part of Mom’s In Prayer which met at my house. MIP is one of the greatest highlights of my week so I was really glad she could meet these awesome ladies that I pray with every week. She understands the power of a prayer group because she has her own group back home. She and I have had our own sweet times of prayer together and that has been really neat too. We don’t get that much living six hours away.

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I love the picture of Sophie and Aunt Linda talking together. They were discussing stories of nostril entrapment. Deep issues in this household. Linda got a green pea stuck up her nose when she was little in our Grandmother’s garden. The kids loved hearing that story. And so did I honestly.


And here Sophie is reading a funny card from a friend. And yes, my children have overtaken my main source of transportation – my wheelchair! Every afternoon Sophie comes home and I give her an obstacle course assignment with the wheelchair and we time her. So she wheels into the living room and parks and does a flip on the couch and wheels back to foyer where she does three circles and back to dining room. She gets 3 chances to get the best time. It’s really become something she looks forward to each afternoon. And me too actually.

And for other awesomeness on the home front this week:

  • A friend brought over essential oils for me to try out – I’m especially liking the topical for the swelling in my ankle and I actually think it’s making a difference.
  • Our church is still overwhelming us with love and support through prayers, meals and words of encouragement.
  • Another friend sent a funny card and money to replace my black pants “that EMS ripped off my hot body” as she put it. BaHahahaha!!!!! I thought that was so sweet and am so appreciative.
  • Someone brought over gorgeous white peonies.
  • Our school cheerleading team baked and brought over cookies and left on our front porch at 2:00am. It took me all day to figure out who they were from but I finally figured it out! So sweet of them.
  • My sister is working so hard and staying busy – changing sheets, cleaning the kitchen, getting the things I need, helping with end of year teacher gifts errands, banking, carpooling the kids and so much more. She has been a blessing.
  • I am sleeping sooooooo much better.


A powerful question that can change the way you look at scripture

I love Margaret Feinberg because she always challenges me and stretches me in great ways through her articles, books and bible studies. A question she challenged people to ask in their personal time of Bible study back in February has been transforming my own personal study. It’s pretty simple but extremely probing and revealing. So here’s the question:

What do you most need to read that you least want to hear? 

Pretty simple sounding. But when you get in there and read scripture and then ask yourself this question it’s really amazing at what the Holy Spirit reveals. I’ve never thought to ask myself this question in relation to scripture.

Today I read Psalm 13 because I’m working through the Psalms while I’m down with my leg. Verse 2 says, “How long will I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart?” David asks God to give light to his eyes. Later on David says, and I can’t help but note his situation has not changed, “But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord for he has been good to me.”

In my journal I have the question “What do I most need to read that I least want to hear?” based on these verses and my heart this is my answer:

God allows sorrow to remain in our lives sometimes. 

I also noted that David’s response was that he still asked God to take the sorrow away and then he ended his plea with a contented trust in the goodness of God – even when God didn’t take the sorrow away immediately.

I want to be like David and ask God to take away my sorrows and I want to be like David and trust God even when He doesn’t take them away knowing that His salvation and goodness is all I need.

So maybe you want to try asking yourself this same question as you read the Bible. I am finding it extremely practical. Of course there is no right or wrong answer. God’s word stands true and our response to it with the Holy Spirit’s leading is what brings growth and maturity. What you want to “hear least” might be very different than what I want to hear least right now.

**P. S. A quick leg update and anxiety update: God has blessed us with four great nights of sleep. We are praising Him for it! The anxiety seems to be gone. My pain is under control so my pain meds are further apart. Every single day is better with more strength and energy although it’s still hard to walk across the room without being exhausted. I know that will change with each day and week and month. I will say that my heart is more empathetic to people who have anxiety attacks than ever before. I’ve never understood this before. Never experienced it before coming home from the hospital. It is so real and it’s a horrible feeling. I cannot help but think God will use this experience for me to be able to intercede on behalf of others during their times of anxiety. I pray he spares me from ever having to deal with it again but should it come my way again I praise God that I have an army of godly men and women who are willing to stand in the gap for me and pray over me.

Linking with Holley and Kristin today.


Epic Mommy Moments

We’ve all had those Mommy memories that will forever be stamped in our minds. The ones we don’t want to ever forget and the ones we’d pay big money to forget! Both are necessary in this journey called Motherhood. The precious memories keep us going and the hard and not fun memories make us stronger and our relationships deeper with our children. So whatever season of Motherhood we’re in – sweet, tender, awesome, crazy-hard, challenging or down right miserable know that they are all making something beautiful out of both you and your children.

Today when I contemplate special, funny and less than stellar memories with my kids this is what comes to mind:

  • At three years old Mitchell spotted a purple violet in a field and ran about half a mile to pick it and run back to give it to me. We were at on outside event and music was blaring and I couldn’t hear a word he was saying but his lips were moving and his little legs motoring as fast as they could. Breathless he handed me the flower and said, “I gotted this just for you Mom!” I kept it in my Bible for years and then lost it accidentally.
  • While in line at Old Navy four year old Sophie was looking at the toy rack a few steps away. I start to hear music and soon realize she is playing a toy flute – with.her.nostrils.
  • The time Sophie got in trouble for disobeying and I told her to go write sentences. With great confusion and frustration in her eyes she said, “But Mama, I don’t even know how to write!” Oh yeah, that’s right, you don’t. Well, give me a minute and I’ll think of something!
  • How about when Mitchell at four years old is performing at another church’s vbs program and during the song he decides to break out into his own Elvis Pelvis moves and brings the house down. Randy I fought over who could go pick him up when his name was called at the end of the program. If I recall correctly we got a round of applause when we went down to get him.
  • The dates Mitchell and I used to have together where he would take me out for a donut or ice cream, order and pay for me and open the door for me. We’d talk about boy stuff – bugs, animals and adventures. I miss those days. We simply must start it again.
  • Sophie copped an attitude with me over a pineapple at Walmart and was pitching a tantrum over us not buying it. I bent down and told her I was going to take her whiney words and flush them down the toilet. I felt the rush of regret as soon as it came out. I’d never said anything like that before. Where did it even come from?! As I stood up after my potty mouth correction and turned around there was a church member’s son staring right at me. Mortified and guilt ridden.
  • The precious prayers of my children over me melt my heart like nothing else does. I’ve experienced this more recently with this leg injury and it really does warm my heart unlike anything else.
  • Three weeks ago Sophie informed me she was too old to hold my hand in a parking lot. We had just finished up our discipleship time at McD’s and so she had my Bible in her hand. We got in the car and I was flipping out over her thinking she was too old to hold my hand. I was joking and pretending to gasp for breath out of shock over it. When we got int he car she held up her Bible and said, “I have a Bible in my hand and I’m not afraid to use it!” I looked at her and said, “You’d really try to bonk me with the Word of God?” She laughed and then said I was the one being sacrilegious. Sigh.
  • When my son threw me under the bus in Youth Group a few weeks ago. “When I apologize to my Mom she says back to me, ‘Well, I’m sorry too, now go to your room!’ It’s true I sometimes say, “I’m sorry too” after an apology that seems half witted. But I don’t send him to his room. When I asked him about it he said, “Oh yeah, I kind of made that part up. Ha! Ha!” Then I sent him to his room. Just Kidding. It did provide a great conversation though and I did need to apologize for being insensitive when he apologizes.
  • Mitchell and Sophie spending the night with me in the hospital last week and helping take care of me has been humbling and sweet. I know they love me and they know I love them. It has been proven time and time again.

Happy Mother’s Day friends!

Blogging through the real and the hard #anxiety

I desire to be as honest as I can be in this blog space for the glory of God and building up of others. Okay, and for my own sanity because I process life many times through stringing words together and slapping them down on paper. There are things of course that I can’t always share in this space for confidentiality and respect issues but I want to speak from the depths of my heart as I feel God leading me. Even the hard stuff and the messy stuff. Today involves some hard stuff.

We’ve been home from the hospital for almost a week and it’s been a wild ride getting used to the new, although temporary, normal.

My sweet Mom made a bedroom in the dining room since all our bedrooms are on the upper floor of our house. Randy has slept on the floor next to me every single night. Bless his soul. This is just one of many many less than desirable things he does for me right now. He never complains. He just keeps on loving me “through sickness” like he said he would the day he married me. So the care I’m receiving from my husband is priceless. It couldn’t be better.

My Mom is filling in the gaps while Randy takes care of me. She gets the kids up, makes breakfast, gets them to school and picks them up. Does the laundry and keeps up the house. Our church has been as much a powerful support as my family. The prayer support has blown me away. The meals have been incredible not to mention daily. They built us a nice wheelchair ramp while I was in the hospital. I’ve had offers to clean my house, grocery shop and do whatever we need done. My heart has been echoing, “We are loved.” It has truly been amazing.

Yet despite the amazing God-sent care and favor I am receiving right now I am still struggling in some areas. It started yesterday afternoon as I took a nap during the day. An overwhelming graphic visual of what I went through when I fell came rushing in my mind and heart. And tears just started rolling down. I was soaking in more of the trauma of the event. The trauma of what I saw. Of waiting for help and not being able to get anyone’s attention. The cracking of my bone. The pain. The additional 15 minute wait for the EMT’s. It was all catching up with me. I told the Lord as I cried that I didn’t know what to do with the thoughts. I told Him I trusted Him and He’d need to show me how to process all this stuff. Up to that point I was just viewing it as a fall down the steps and I broke my leg. It happens to people all over the world every single day. And it happened to me. It hurts. It stinks. But I will get through it. But over the days and sleepless anxious nights my view was now changing. With Randy’s help I was able to realize that my body is responding to the extent of the trauma I faced which was significant. And I need to allow myself the time and space to deal with it. The injury was sustained instantaneously but the healing would be a long process. Even emotional and mental healing.

This anxious at night thing is new to me so I’m not totally sure what’s going on. It seems to show up at night and in my breathing. Lightness of breath, shallow breathing, restlessness and an overall insecurity. At first we thought it was related to my high blood pressure and pain meds. Now I’m not so sure. I believe prayer has made a huge difference the last few days and my nights are getting better. The last two nights have been the best two nights of sleep yet. I’m hopeful we will work through this and get on top of it in time.

If anything I have a greater understanding of people who deal with anxiety to some degree. I’ve never experienced this before but now I have a taste of what some people go through on a regular basis. May God use this in me to bring greater glory to him and to be a better servant of his.

I am blessed. Things I’m praising God for today:

  • My MIP group praying at my house today – love these ladies and our time together! Our attribute? God is Healer. Bring it!
  • The sweet visits I’ve had all day from people in our church who love us and care for us so well
  • My Physical Therapist who is awesome
  • My husband who is serving me with such incredible strength and love
  • My Mom who is working so hard to keep things running as smooth as possible
  • That God is my healer and the fact that He will heal me in his perfect timing and in the way He wants to heal me. It will be good.
  • A sweet visit from a good friend out of town. Good laughs at her kids funny videos and her willingness to share with me her own past struggle with anxiety.
  • The prayer covering we are receiving from our church family and friends. It’s HUGE. It’s making an incredible difference in our lives every day.

Enjoy your weekend everyone!


“I believe in God but….”

Sophie asked if she could go to bed late recently, on a school night, and I told her she couldn’t. She needed to keep a regular bedtime. She was disappointed and I noticed she wrote something in her binder after we discussed the matter but didn’t know what she wrote until this week as I was flipping through her notebook.

“I believe in God but I don’t want to go to bed at 8:00.” 


And in my own grown up way I am identifying with her a bit. My statement would be, “I believe in God but I don’t want a broken leg.”


I know I have the greatest gift I could ever have – my relationship with Jesus Christ. And this changes everything. The power we have as children of God and the promises we have access to is incredible as one who believes in God.

Yet still, in the mist of our belief, it can leave us not liking our circumstances.

And that’s okay.

I belive in God but I don’t like sleeping in a hospital bed in my dining room and relying on everyone around me for everything. It’s hard. I don’t like it. I don’t like the effects of pain medication on my brain or being in pain (typing on Delaudid by the way. That means if I say something rude, crude or inappropriate I’m not responsible. Ha! Kidding).

There are some things I don’t like right now but my belief in God allows me to turn to him during the things I don’t like. Turning to him doesn’t mean I like my current circumstances. It means I trust God in the midst of them.

So as I went back to the ER today after experiencing rapid heart rates, light headedness and shortness of breath I quickly ran to the Word before leaving. I had to have something to hang on to. Because I did not like what I was experiencing. Here’s what God had to say to me this morning in Psalms.

Psalm 5. But let all who take refuge in you be glad;
let them ever sing for joy.
Spread your protection over them,
that those who love your name may rejoice in you.
12 Surely, Lord, you bless the righteous;
you surround them with your favor as with a shield.

I clung to those words and found comfort in the fact that God is my shield. He would spread protection out over me if I took refuge in him.

So yeah, this is an incredibly hard season of life for me but I am determined to learn what God has for me in it. I will have breaking moments and times of frustration. There have already been a few of those. Ahem. But I know that I can believe and trust in God and still not like what He’s doing at the moment. There are also incredibly sweet moments like seeing how the Body of Christ is pulling together to help. Our church has been so encouraging and taking such good care of us. My husband has been incredible throughout this ordeal. And my sweet Sophie just might be a nurse or Doctor one day. She has been a delight to watch as she cares for her Mama. Mitchell continues to keep the laughter rolling as he does wheelchair stunts for us.

I really am anticipating what the Lord has for me and our family through this time.

This is the story of how karma bit me

So back in good ole college days I was in a prayer group every year with different students. Every year we’d introduce ourselves and tell one thing we would like the group to pray about. Every year I’d wig my classmates out by saying something to this degree:

Hi my name is Melody. When I was young I broke my leg. We were poor and had money for the surgery or the metal rod they needed to put in my leg. But in an amazing twist of things we found a Doctor who would work with us and use a windshield wiper from one the cars in my Dad’s auto salvage yard. They sterilized it up real good and put that baby in. And it cost us nothing! The only draw back is when it rains and my leg starts to move back and forth (My leg goes back and forth in motion like a windshield wiper.) Half the people realize immediately that it’s a sick joke. The other are still trying to figure out if I really just lied about a prayer request or not. And then I tell them and we all laugh out loud together. Fun story. I did get a few “you better be careful how many times you tell that story lest it happen to you!” Ha!

And here’s the Ha Ha not funny party of the story. On Monday morning of this week I sent the kids off to school, had my personal quiet time with the Lord and put my journal down and closed up my Bible and called for Dooley to the dog to come on a walk with me. I wasn’t planning on a long walk so I left the front door open and out the front door we went. I stepped down three steps and then I don’t know what happened. I crumbled to the ground and heard a loud snap. The thing I realize is my lower leg is hanging the wrong direction. I knew I couldn’t look at it any more or I’d pass out. So there  I am laying flat out on my back with my head on the last step screaming in pain and for help. I didn’t know at the time I had broken two bones in my leg about 4 fingers above my ankle. The bone punctured through my skin making it an “open wound” and in need of surgery as soon as possible.

Nobody was walking their dog that day so for about 7 minutes I screamed and waved my arms like a laid out pentecostal. Finally a man with his window down hear me yell “HELP” as he drove by our house. He turned around and walked up and said, “Oh good Lord!” He called 911 and then he and waited for 20 minutes until they got there. I couldn’t remember my husband’s work number so I was trying get the kind stranger to find my cell phone inside but he kept bringing back the kids iPods and such. He finally was able to get Randy by phone and he came over with one of our associate pastors.

Finally after writhing in pain for 20 minutes an ambulance shows up. And then they all got a nice good gawking look at the injury and gathered their own composure and tried to figure out the best course of action. They started cutting my pants and that’s when it got a little too close to home if you know what I mean. I’m surrounded by men and they are cutting my favorite pants off. I said, “Hey, you can’t do that these are my favorite go-to black pants with pockets so I don’t have to carry a purse.” Kind stranger man laughs out loud. EMT guys says, “Mam. we have no choice. We have to stabilize foot.”

They finally get me all packed up and on a stretcher and took me down to Greensboro where I had surgery late that night. And got a …….get this…….wait for it……..

A metal rod put in my leg! And screws and wires that look like twisty ties. You gotta be kidding Melody! Nope, I got it. I played that joke on one too many people and it caught up with me. Ha! No that’s not why it happened but it is also ironic to me that the last words I wrote in my journal that morning before my walk were, “Lord, help me to be still and sit more this week.” For reals I wrote that. I have a hard time sitting. I’m always going and doing. I wanted to sit more and be still more. Welllllllllllll I got wish worked out for sure.

I’ve been in a lot of pain and my family and church family are praying for me and I can see the impact. Randy has been so good to me  – he takes great care of me when I need him. And the kids have been very sensitive to me as well. And my Mom drove up from GA when she heard about it. She is holding the home front down with the kids while Randy stays with me in the hospital.

I was supposed to go home today but PT and OT and I all decided I needed one more day of practice. Transferring is extremely hard because on good ankle is severely sprained. So we’re figuring it all out.

How I’ve seen God work:

  • I could have laid there for much longer until someone stopped by
  • He heard my cries for help and sent a kind soul to help
  • My injuries could have been so much worse – broken neck, back, blacked out, etc
  • Used my family to minister and encourage me
  • Used our church family and friends to rally in prayer

Well, please continue to pray for us. This is not easy. I’m struggling to get on top of pain and it’s easy for me to get discouraged at the amount of time they are saying it could be for total healing. Pray that I will be patient and that I won’t miss what I’m to hear from God during this “sitting still” season.

Btw: I’m on major pain meds right now. The screen is double and I’m pretty sure I’ve repeated myself a few times or at least misspelled words throughout. So thanks for bearing with me and reading anyways. I am requesting your prayers for me though this healing process. That I will heal and mend with no complications. That I will be able to get on top of the pain and see what He wants me to see during this time. Thanks so much!

Go break another leg people!


This was my first leg break when I was in kindergarten. Five years old and in a full body cast for 6 months. The tombstone that fell on my leg was my Great Great Grandfather’s. True story.

Kids at our school have been sending the cutest cards ever. My favorites – because there have been more than one – are the ones that say, “I hope you fell good” or  “Fell better soon” Oh bless them. We have really gotten a good chuckle out of those.

I know I’m rambling but the truth of the matter is when I finish up this post I have to go and pivot on a very very sore foot and I’d rather write about it than actually do it. I need prayers for endurance which ironically people have already prayed over me so that’s really cool.