I can resist everything except temptation.

Maddening as it may seem, the little trials of life are all in all good lessons for our learning. Stumbling over a child's tricycle isn't fun. I can think of nothing good coming from it, except it's good that we didn't break a bone. There's a God on high that is watching over us. Why, we ask, isn't he taking better care of us? He is! He helps us to not break a bone when we fall from carelessness. It is careless of us to stumble over a tricycle in plain sight. No matter how we view it, God is there to take responsibility because we are his creation. But do not think for a moment God is not going to let us experience evil, because he will. It is to our benefit, as ludicrous as that sounds.

Two months ago, I tripped over a telephone cord in plain sight and broke my toe. I like to think I am a careful watchful person that can see where I am going. But, alas when it comes to telephone cords, which appear invisible to the naked eye, life can become endangered. I got entangled in said cord as I walked across the living room floor. Evidently, it was lying directly in my path. I fell against a folding chair, which ultimately tipped over and caught me in the ribs on my final decent.

I'm thinking Sue!, but whom do I sue, myself? I am able to get up, but I was tempted to kick the chair, so I kicked it hard: consequently the broken toe. The emergency room x-ray confirmed my suspicions. Returning home three hours later, I felt shame for my foolish actions. To ease my conscience, I repented of my doings, which didn't help me one bit physically: I still had the broken toe.

The cat in my home is also suspiciously invisible. I find out she lays in my path on purpose just to goad me into a fall. I have very cleverly avoided her little scheme so far. I try to be very careful, but someday I'm afraid she will be the cause of my downfall. Worse yet is the thought of what might happen if I fall on her. I pity the day.

A while back, I'd stepped on a catnip mouse hidden beneath a throw rug, which hurt my stocking clad foot. I was carrying a heavy bag of garbage on my way to the side door. I stopped, picked up the mouse, and put it in my pocket. I thought I would tease the cat with it later, and have a little fun with her. After I disposed of the garbage, I promptly forgot about the cat's toy.

That night, our cat Prissy had her own agenda while prowling through the house as usual. The

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