Years ago I was on my roof doing some repair. Heights and me do not go together. I have the idea that I might fall, and I don't think I would like that. Anyway, I am reminded of a little boy who was on the roof of a house and his foot slipped and he fell down the roof.

Before I continue his story let me tell you that very recently I did have a roof accident. Thinking that the chimney might be on fire, I climbed on the roof late at night.

The problem was since the ladder was not tall enough I had to stand on the top "shelf" while holding on to the roof. That did make it safe. However, as I threw my leg over onto the roof, the ladder slipped - - - and I was left suspended. (I'll come back to this story, but the first story continues.)

As the boy was sliding, he caught a rope and as he fell over the edge, he held on with all his strength.

Knowing that he could not hold on long, a man seeing the situation, ran over and standing under the boy extended his arms and shouted, "Let go of the rope. I will catch you."

The reply was, "I can't, I can't" Again, "Let go the rope and I will catch you - you will not be harmed." Well, the boy finally let loose his grip and dropped safely into the arms of the man.

In a somewhat similar situation, I yelled for my wife. "Nancy, Nancy --help" It did take some time because she was inside watching TV and any thumping noise I could make with the hammer in one hand - she could take for my doing what I had to do on the roof.

So with other what I will call "falling roof experiences" - which you might be going through now - I have to constantly remind myself - and you right now -that always underneath me are the everlasting arms. I am told that in Psalm 89:13 - referring to God.

"You have a mighty arm: Strong is your hand and high is your right hand."