I decided to walk to daily Mass and today was no different except it was snowing but I don't mind walking in the snow, I rather enjoy it. I decided to walk "the back roads" aka the not main road that runs through town as I figured if I have to walk out in the street it's better to do it on a street where there's not at much traffic. So I walked along my way, using mainly sidewalks as they were clear despite the dusting of snow on the ground. I was listening to Jars of Clay's version of I Need You when all of a sudden my ass was on the cold ground and thought, ouch. I have enough padding to just be slightly bruised if I am at all. I bounced up as quickly as I went down. I was thinking about a friend who had basically posted her goodbye to us on Facebook, as she's entering the final stages of her battle with cancer, so my mind was not on watching where I was walking.
The ice I slipped on was hidden by the dusting of snow and dare I say my ego was bruised more than my body. I do have a nice little "cut" on my hand from where I placed it to break my fall, but again the whole thing happened in about 5 seconds. I got up thinking, well grumbling, I should have just walked in the street and then I noticed that my hand hurt. I took off my glove and looked at my left hand and said, oh that hurts, but it's barely skinned, I wonder if my ass will bruise. As I kept walking I started to think about Stations of the Cross and I of course thought of the Jesus falls ones. I looked at my hand and said, this tiny cut hurts more than anything, I can only imagine what type of pain Jesus was in when He carried the cross.