He prays like crazy all the way down, "Lord, please don't let me fall. Please don't let me die. I'll be good for the rest of my life, I promise."
Down, down, down he goes until something wonderful happens. At the last second, his belt loop catches on a nail, saving him from a lot of pain and suffering, or even death.
The man's response? "Never mind Lord, the nail caught my fall."
I hate to admit it, but I have been a "nail caught my fall" kind of girl most of my life. It's hard to change, but something happened the day we had Morgan's farewell for her mission that made me think about this story.
The weather had not been great all week and I was worried. We don't have enough room in our house for all the wonderful people who know and love Morgan so I was mentally preparing for what to do in case of rain. (It poured buckets for Austin's baptism and it was terrible! Lots of brave Fronks ate outside on the back, semi-covered, patio.) Well this time we had family AND friends AND ward members coming. I kept picturing all my cute little nieces, lined up and down our hallway, trying to eat.
It started drizzling that morning, as it had all week, right before raining hard most afternoons. It had rained so hard that the carpet in our living room, which had been fine for 3 years, buckled right in the middle. And not just a little wrinkle either. Kind of a "Hey, look at me!" kind of buckle that actually trips people.
Anyway, I prayed like crazy that morning. And that's when I thought about the nail story. I knew if it didn't rain that day it would be a miracle, just for us (me).
And guess what, it rained like crazy.
JUST KIDDING! It DIDN'T rain. It cleared up and was beautiful weather. Nice and warm, but not too hot, and sunny. There might have even been a rainbow.
I just want to point out another difference. When I prayed, I didn't say that I would be good for the rest of my life. I don't like to promise what I can't deliver. (I might have said I would try harder though.)