Football, Botox and Grace.

Don’t worry you will see how the title ties together. So about a week ago, the Sunday after thanksgiving, Some guys from church put together a flag football game. I was ultra excited to get to play some football, but I was bumped that it was Flag football and not tackle. Either way, it was a lot of fun and a good game. I got an interception, almost tackled a guy(by accident of course), Did tackle a guy (instinct of course), and got a touch down or two. I kept playing offensive line because no one else wanted to. That’s right; we had line in flag football, weird. We had automatic rushing, so we always had a line. I really didn’t mind playing line because I like having a reason to push people and “check” them. But then the fateful play happened. It was 3rd down and I was playing line. I was doing a pretty good job at blocking the defense from breaking through. But this time it didn’t work out. One of the guys accidentally elbowed me in the lip. In reaction to the pain I quickly braced my lip with my hand. As I was standing there in pain watching the Defense break through for a sack I felt my hand get warm and wet. I look at my hand only to see it coated in blood. Looking up at the other people playing I asked, “is my lip busted badly?” What followed answered my question before they could. When I asked, blood shot out of my mouth and kept flowing out. I went to the side and my friend washed it off. We went to his car to get napkins to sop up the blood. When I looked in his car window at my reflection I saw a good sized gash on my face. Seeing the gash quickly reminded me that, I DON’T HAVE INSURANCE! While walking back to my friends house where I parked I said to God, “Ok God, I don’t know how you are going to provide for me. I can’t afford stitches. Are you going to tell people to give me money? Is it going to just close up miraculously? I’m kinda excited to see how you provide for me this time.” I wasn’t really worried what was going to happen, because I knew God would provide for me, Kind of hard to explain the feeling. When I got to my friends house I saw one of my friends on the couch and said I need you to take me to the ER, and showed him my blood covered hand and my bloody lip. He said “O gosh what did you do this time?!” I’m getting quite a reputation here in Philly. Before I left for the ER another friend was there, Chileshi a doctor, said “I can patch it up for you if I had sutures.” We looked for sutures at Right Aid, and found none. So instead we got medical glue stuff, and medical tape. We patched it up for the time being. But all night long it was still bleeding. So the next day She said I could meet her at her place of work and she would stitch it up for me. I layed there in her on call room, and her and her medical student went to work on my lip. They gave me a numbing shot, which made my lip get bigger then Angalina Jole’s lips. Basically it looked like I had botox shots in my lip. My upper lip match my lower lip in size. It was pretty amazing.( So there is how the title makes sense.)

It was a pretty amazing experience I must say. It was awesome to see God provide for me. I was expecting to dish out money and see God bring more money in, but God had better plans. God provided for me big time. It made me realize how much God’s grace is on me and how much I don’t deserve it AT ALL. And how much God has provided for me since Philly. Providing everything from being reimbursed after being jumped, to my lip, and just having enough money to pay my bills. It is a pretty amazing thing. I know that seeing God provide for me last weekend gave me a huge faith booster. So who ever reads this I hope you were encouraged. And if you don’t believe in God, hopefully some day you taste a little bit of Him.

A week has past now, and you can barely tell that my face was even messed up.

And I posted a picture of my lip right before they put in the stitches. You can see my friends hand showing off my face. It this was on monday night a day after the gashing occured. If you are squeamish don’t look.