We had a wonderful 4th of July, just one injury, and it not even fire related!
Some of the church members came over to my parents' house for a BBQ. The kids were setting off firecrackers, sparklers, and smoke bombs. The fireworks were just up the hill, so it was pretty convenient since we didn't need to find a parking spot. The display was kind of short, but they are coming up with so many creative new fireworks! They did a star, a smiley face, a heart, the planet Saturn, and others. It was the perfect weather, too. The bugs were scarce and the temperature was mild.
My grandma got to come over, too. She suffered a heart attack last month, and after a couple of days in the hospital my dad led her to the Lord. It was the most amazing miracle I've ever witnessed! Now, at age 89, my grandma is a child of God. We really didn't think she would make it past the hospital room, but she's a tough one, so they moved her to a sort-of nursing facility. She has dementia now, and it's hard to see her wither from the feisty, opinionated woman she used to be to a frail mind and body. Yet I am convinced that had she not developed the disease she would not have accepted Christ. She was too strong-willed every other time we had tried to witness to her. But praise be to God, we are STILL rejoicing!
Anyway, Grandma scared us half to death on two occasions last night. When I was inside, she had walked up the steps to open the door to the house. I was just asking her if she needed help (usually it takes someone to help her walk anywhere, and especially up steps! Just as I started walking towards her I saw her hand shake, drop her cup of water, and fall backwards from three steps up! I knew I couldn't help her since I was inside, and I was horrified at what she looked like falling down, and so instinctively I ran into the next room and buried my head in the couch. Not my most shining of moments, but it totally freaked me out! I just knew her head would hit that concrete! She didn't though, and she was amazingly fine. She hit her head on the grass, but she kept telling us that she was ok. Well, and then she fell walking back from the park after the fireworks. Her legs just gave way from under her.
I mean, I love the fact that we still have my grandma with us, but I don't know if she should have been taken out like that. Maybe out to dinner or something, but man, that was SO scary, you don't even know! God's hand of mercy is the only thing I can think of that pillowed those two spills.
It must be tough to get old....
