When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O LORD, held me up. (Psalm 94:18)

It was a typical, Central NY State, winter morning. I had spent the night with my best friend Carol, who lived in my rural neighborhood. I had traveled the short distance from her house-to-mine so many times, that I could have done it in my sleep. I walked along side busy Route 5 to avoid traffic and came to the intersection of Green Lakes Road. My house was around the corner.

Suddenly, I slipped on the ice; my feet gave way under me and I fell down, spraining my back. Fortunately, I fell at the edge of the road and not in traffic. With such icy conditions, vehicles might not have been able to avoid hitting me. I managed to stand up and continued my trek home. With each step, I felt stabbing pains in my lower back.

Yet, I knew I had to keep going. At home, I would find refuge and strength. There, I would find my Mom. I entered the house sobbing and began to explain my plight. She quickly led me from the kitchen, through the short hallway and to the comfort of her bed. Christmas vacation would be beginning soon. My feet failed me so I spent my school break flat on my back.

LORD, I thank you. You are my place of safety. In you, I'm home and find refuge and strength. In Jesus name. Amen.


Devotionals are her first love in writing. Published articles in Mature Living Magazine, Devotions for the Deaf, The Secret Place, Light from the Word, Coosa Journal, With God Daily, Mary Hollingsworth’s The One Year Devotional of Joy and Laughter by Tyndale Publishers.