This past Friday, something incredibly simple and yet wildly dangerous happened to me. For two days, I’ve been licking my wounds and reliving it all in slow motion … but this morning, God gave me the revelation to share with you.



The lesson: Be careful, you may fall here. And if you fall here, where will you slip next … that’s where the danger is.



I currently live in the Florida Keys with my husband, Tank our 130 pound yellow lab, and our 2 year old grandson Maverick. Maverick has a deep passion for throwing rocks into the ocean. Tank has a deep passion for swimming in the ocean and I have a deep passion for just being by the water, so it all works out perfectly.



This past Friday was the most gloriously sunny and warm day, so I was out at the water with Tank and Maverick. Our neighborhood has a small park and boat ramp where we often play in the sunshine. Maverick was standing at the very edge of the water on the ramp, as he always does, throwing rocks. I was only a few feet away watching. Maverick slipped and gracefully just plopped down in very shallow water. But within seconds, he began to slide. As he slid, he rolled, and soon, he was in danger. I stepped onto the ramp to grab him, but my feet hit solid moss and I went down … hard. There wasn’t an ounce of grace in the move I made.



The more I tried to reach for Maverick, the deeper I slid on the mossy ramp. He was all the way under, I was up to my neck and time was moving in slow motion. Finally, I reached him and he had held his breath instead of sucking in salty sea water. He was fine. We were fine. Until we weren’t.



I couldn’t get us back up the mossy ramp. I continued to slip in the wrong direction until we were floating under the wooden dock.



Now I don’t know how long you’ve been listening to this podcast, so I don’t know if you’ve heard my other stories about the hidden dangers of the docks in our canals, but my neighborhood is home to several very large crocodiles. One of which I’ve named Gnarley because he likes to sunbathe on my neighbor’s dock with his mouth wide open as if to show me my hips can fit through his jaws. People play and swim in the water all the time … you just don’t dare go under the docks.



And here Maverick and I were … under the dang dock where we never intended to be.



It all ended well and I thanked Jesus as I limped all the way home that day. Maverick is still repeating, “Be careful by the water, Franny. Be careful by the water.”



Now, I realize the tide was incredibly low that day, and although we have stood on that ramp dozens of times throwing rocks with no problems, that day was different. That day the low water had us standing in danger without knowing it. The moss that is typically under water was right at the edge and we were standing on it.



And once we slipped, we ended up where the real danger is.



So, where have you and I been playing around that isn’t safe? It’s not safe because if we slip here, it takes us to where the real danger is.



Do you see what God is trying to show us? It’s easy to say, “There’s no harm in doing what I’m doing here”, and maybe that’s true. But my sister, if you slip here, where do you end up? THAT’S DANGEROUS.



1 Corinthians 10:12, “If you think you are standing strong, be careful not to fall.”



How foolish it is to assume you could never fall, you could never screw this up, you could never slip. Oh you could … and it could be disastrous. Let us not be so arrogant to assume we couldn&#...