I'm not sure why I feel compelled to write about this, but it was spurred on by a dime that's been lying on my bathroom floor for a couple of weeks (Ok, I admit that it's probably been closer to a ). When I vacuum or mop, I've ignored it- the epitome of laziness. Well, this morning it reminded me of a nightmarish incident that happened years ago when my children were little. Michael (now 31) was the baby at the time and he was crawling all over the place. There was this penny on the floor in the doorway between the master bedroom and the hallway; it was lodged underneath the door, close to the side of the door hinges. Every time I walked past it I would hear this little internal voice warning me to pick it up, but for some strange reason, I didn't. Well, sure enough, eventually crawling Michael picked it up and stuck it into his mouth. I didn't see him pick it up or put it into his mouth, but when I saw him choking, I instantly knew what it was. I immediately picked him up and tried dislodging it only to make it worse. Thankfully Erick was home and he tried. To say the least, I was in panic mode as Michael was turning blue, and thankfully Erick was the rock. We lived across a field maybe 1/4 or 1/8 mile from the hospital, so Erick took off running with Michael over his shoulder, towards the hospital. As Erick was running across the field, the penny dislodged, likely from the jostle of Erick's running movements. Erick said he heard Michael take in a deep breath and begin to breathe. As Erick walked back to the house, he held Michael a little tighter than normal. To say the least, we were extremely relieved and so very grateful. I tend to be hard-headed at times and don't always pay attention to those "promptings" that help us to do the right thing, or to stay safe. I've learned to navigate promptings of the spirit better at certain times than others. The dime on my bathroom floor caused me to stop and reflect. Have I been listening to that small, little voice lately? I know we all get them, every day, in fact. Is there something I should be doing, or someone who needs me? Ok, well, I picked the dime up from off my bathroom floor this morning.
Monday, February 18, 2019
The Dime on My Bathroom Floor
I'm not sure why I feel compelled to write about this, but it was spurred on by a dime that's been lying on my bathroom floor for a couple of weeks (Ok, I admit that it's probably been closer to a ). When I vacuum or mop, I've ignored it- the epitome of laziness. Well, this morning it reminded me of a nightmarish incident that happened years ago when my children were little. Michael (now 31) was the baby at the time and he was crawling all over the place. There was this penny on the floor in the doorway between the master bedroom and the hallway; it was lodged underneath the door, close to the side of the door hinges. Every time I walked past it I would hear this little internal voice warning me to pick it up, but for some strange reason, I didn't. Well, sure enough, eventually crawling Michael picked it up and stuck it into his mouth. I didn't see him pick it up or put it into his mouth, but when I saw him choking, I instantly knew what it was. I immediately picked him up and tried dislodging it only to make it worse. Thankfully Erick was home and he tried. To say the least, I was in panic mode as Michael was turning blue, and thankfully Erick was the rock. We lived across a field maybe 1/4 or 1/8 mile from the hospital, so Erick took off running with Michael over his shoulder, towards the hospital. As Erick was running across the field, the penny dislodged, likely from the jostle of Erick's running movements. Erick said he heard Michael take in a deep breath and begin to breathe. As Erick walked back to the house, he held Michael a little tighter than normal. To say the least, we were extremely relieved and so very grateful. I tend to be hard-headed at times and don't always pay attention to those "promptings" that help us to do the right thing, or to stay safe. I've learned to navigate promptings of the spirit better at certain times than others. The dime on my bathroom floor caused me to stop and reflect. Have I been listening to that small, little voice lately? I know we all get them, every day, in fact. Is there something I should be doing, or someone who needs me? Ok, well, I picked the dime up from off my bathroom floor this morning.
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