Pamela Drake

Jesus Lifted Me

Each year we have our kids and grand kids here for the Thanksgiving weekend. We have no animals, and my son always brings Dozer, his sweet and cuddly pit bull, who loves to be a part of everything going on. At the age of 7, Dozer weighs about 90 lbs, and loves to sneak up and lay quietly like a rock at your feet whether you're standing or sitting.   I stood up from the dining table and began clearing it. I had a big platter of turkey and ham in my hands as I headed to the kitchen to put it away. Someone still seated at the table had called my name, so I stopped and turned to face them as I stood at the threshold of the kitchen, holding this big platter.   As we finished the conversation, I was unaware that Dozer had settled down at my heels. I attempted to turn around to walk into the kitchen, but my feet became hooked under his belly and suddenly I was sailing horizontally through the air, eyeing the edge of the counter where I expected to hit the top of my head. I braced myself for the painful landing as everyone at the table rose to their feet quickly and began to scramble to help. There was a loud collective gasped. In the midst of their noisy clamor, still holding the platter as I was catapulted forward, I cried out "JESUS!!!"    Then in total silence. I was instantly lifted and set upright onto my feet, platter unharmed, not a morsel dropped from it, leaving all mouths gaping in wonder.    It was the most confirming moment in my life, that God is always right on time, not a second late or early. And He hears you  when you call on Him. Thank you, Jesus!
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