Just Hanging On

Oct 4

Let me take you back to my post How ‘Bout Them Apples and remind you of my son’s personality. He keeps us on our toes. Now, take a look at the picture above and read my title. Can you figure out what happened? Let me take you there.

I was checking my email and Alan was working at his computer. Colin was finishing up his shower in our bathroom. We had just returned home from Awana at church. We heard a loud THUMP followed by a few seconds of silence and then an even louder THUMP. Alan says, “What was that?” Engrossed in my email, I reply with an “Hmmmmm” (to the tune of I don’t know). Here was our first mistake. You see we are used to loud thumps around here. Usually it’s just someone jumping from couch to chair, jumping off of the bed towards the fan pull, or taking a flying leap off the bottom three stairs – not that we allow that, mind you, but it is something we are used to. All of this to explain why neither of us went running. Loud thump – wait three seconds – if no one screams, it’s usually alright. That’s how things usually run.

Not two minutes later, a little naked Colin comes dripping down the hall holding his towel. He stands at a distance as if afraid to come closer and calls, “Mommy, I need you to come here.” Alan asks what he needs and he replies with, “I need Mommy.” I asked what the problem was and Colin says, “The towel thing fell down.” At this point, I get up and quickly walk to my bathroom to find the towel hook for my shower lying by the sink. This is the time to call backup – “Alan!” So Alan comes walking in the bathroom. To make a long story short, Colin felt the call of the towel hook. It called him to grab on and hang his 68 lb, naked, and dripping body from it. Needless to say, even with the two 25 lb sheetrock anchors, the hook fell and with it – Colin.

Now I have sheetrock dust on the floor, a hook on the counter, and two gaping large holes in my sheetrock. But, don’t fret for me. There is something to be learned here. If you are just hanging on, be sure you are hanging from solid rock, not sheet rock. Jesus is the rock.

2 Samuel 22:3 My God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation. He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior.

Moral of the Story:
If there are times you feel like you are just hanging on, look up and make sure the one you are holding to is a stronghold. Make sure you are holding on to Jesus. If not, what you are holding may not support your weight, and then you will have holes to fix and a mess to clean up!

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  • Stephanie (Ocean Mommy) Oct 4 at 4:35 pm

    That is great. (not the holes in your wall, but the way you turned it into a teaching moment!)

    Sounds like something my Emma would try to do!


  • Marybeth Oct 5 at 1:41 pm

    Hey Carol– first of all THANK YOU for such a glowing endorsement of my book… that is one of those I need to frame!! It meant a lot. As for a sequel, we have talked about doing a book that focuses on speaking, but nothing has come of it yet. I will let you know if it does happen.
    As for your writing, it is wonderful! I enjoyed visiting your blog and will return. Love your story and the parallel you drew. So true! So true!

  • The Small Scribbler Oct 5 at 11:38 pm

    If we had towel hooks in our bathroom, this would definately occur to my children and they would definately hang from them.


  • Gina Oct 6 at 2:21 pm

    hey Carol…this is Gina. Your mom told my mom about the blog and my mom sent me to you. grins. Your blog is wonderful. And great story about Colin. I’ll definitely be back. You blog more than I do, but I’m trying to pick up the pace.

  • Anonymous Oct 8 at 3:17 pm

    Have enjoyed your stories about

    the family and especially Colin

    and Faith. You are Blessed with

    a great talent.

    Aunt Sandra

  • Amanda Stewart Oct 8 at 5:56 pm

    Carol, you just simply make me smile!! Love YOU!

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