You may or may not recall me mentioning the small group I’m involved with; I’ve blogged about them before. My observations today are less spiritual than, well, random, I guess. Anyway, as small as we are, I’m noticing a disturbing trend.

There’s only about ten of us all together, five couples made up of seemingly run of the mill people, nothing extraordinary about us that I can see. But in the past month or so, two of the women have fallen down their stairs at home, one breaking her wrist and the other her shoulder. The second was just the other day, and I heard the news from a brother who was golfing with her husband when he got the call that an ambulance was taking his wife to the hospital. I appreciated him letting me know, as he assumed I’d be wanting to take the family some meals, lift them in prayer, bear a part of their burden in some practical way. And I would have. If I wasn’t laid up from a recent arm surgery at the time. Yup, as Nancy was tumbling down her front staircase I was having a large cyst dug out of my upper arm, complete with smoke rising from my shoulder as the doctor cauterized my veins. (I only mention that part because it looked so cool. I even thought it was cool until later that night when I dropped to the couch for the next 40 hours).

Well, no worries, I’d just call another sister to take up the slack. Sounded good until she answered the phone in a strange croak, not unlike a rabid frog. Yup, sick with the flu and recovering from her own colonscopy. See what I mean? A bit spooky, I’d say.

Yes, there’s still one woman left still standing to make dinner and represent. But the problem is I’d have to climb a flight of stairs to get to the phone. A girl really can’t be too careful these days, you know.

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