I Fell Off A Cliff (Literally) And Into My Life!

They call it Meditation Rock, I call it Miracle Rock.wasn't giving me any breaks. That special young man
Beautiful, serene and the perfect place to sit quietly,got engaged (and not to me), my grandfather passed
read and pray. That's just what I did - until I fell off it. Itaway and my uncle committed suicide. I was a wreck.
was a twenty three foot drop with a rock-solid landing.Totally and completely depressed. I did find a job I had
Ten broken bones, three broken teeth, four years andwanted all my life - a youth director. But, I was so
a whole new life later I'm ready to tell my story.Longdiscouraged that I couldn't keep it up. I had no idea
ago I knew I wanted to be a camp counselor in thewhat to do with my life. Once again I found myself
spectacular mountains of Colorado. I wasn't a big fanquestioning God.I began to make lists of things that I
of my college. The only thing I liked about it was theloved. A funny thing came to mind. Bean Bag Chairs. I
giant bean bag chair that I crashed on in my dorm. Iwas infatuated with the huge bean bag chair I had in
had to get out of there. I applied to the perfect campcollege. I even got a job selling them my sophomore
and sat by the phone for weeks waiting for myyear. Every time I thought about what I wanted to do
acceptance call. Rejection was not what I expected,for a living the word bean bag popped into my head.
but it is what I got. Angry at God I begrudgingly headedThough it felt crazy, I decided to call my old boss and
to a smaller camp in Maine - a state I hadn't heard oftell him how I was feeling. He suggested that I start
since my 6th grade geography class. Little did I know Iselling his bean bag chairs in Maine for a 20%
would fall in love...with Maine, with Matt and with thecommission. I gave it a try. That Christmas I decided to
Lord. Let's start with the Lord. We met at Chop Pointsell the bean bags at a small strip mall. I set up a tiny
camp. We had been acquaintances for a long time, butlittle business in a back corner. The business consisted
it was there that our true relationship began. I'd wakeof one employee (me) and three bean bag chairs.
up early, drudge my way up a windy path and crawlThen Matt came along. Again. He just happened to be
under Meditation Rock. There were a lot of jaggedan artist and somewhat of a perfectionist. He
rocks under Meditation rock but there was oneencouraged me fix up the corner, build print business
smooth, flat rock that was perfect for quiet times.cards and pricelists. He also began (or maybe I should
That is, of course, when the tide was out - otherwise itsay continued) to pursue me relentlessly. Over time I
was covered in water. It was there, on that specialnoticed some pretty amazing qualities in Matt. These
rock that I discovered the Word was living and activequalities won my heart. We have been married for
and that, it applied to my life! I visited this special spottwo years now and I'm still not sure when the
regularly over the next four years. Speaking of special,honeymoon is going to end. As our love grew,
a particular young man caught my eye one summer atHeavenly Bean Bags also blossomed. Eventually we
Chop Point. One that I just knew was the one for me.started making the bean bags in Maine and adding all
I'm told I called his name out over and over when theysorts of new features (like removable, washable
found me broken beneath the rock. He wasn't thecovers). We set up at the same little strip mall every
man, however, that drove an hour every day for aChristmas Season. Although the business venture kept
month to visit me in the hospital. No, I broke up withus incredibly busy, we knew that Matt's art was a
that man long ago. He wasn't the one for me. I knewtalent that we did not want to let go of. Matt and I
best.So there, I lay beneath Meditation rock bleedingsaved some money and made prints of his work. We
and murmuring this other young man's name over andrented 40 feet of space from the same little mall and
over again. I'm told I whispered "help me sweet Jesus"started something totally new. We gathered the work
a few times between the painfully embarrassingof local Christian artists, including potters,
displays of emotion. Over an hour later I wasphotographers, jewelers, painters, stained glass
life-flighted to the Central Maine Medical Center whereartisans, and furniture makers (bean bags included) and
I under went 18 hours of surgery. I remember none ofsold them on consignment. We fell in love with the idea
this. The first thing I remember is my friend Matt, theof supporting Christian artists and now we are going to
one I'd broken up with long ago, sneaking me a sip ofpursue it full time. Tomorrow, we're signing a contract
water when the doctors were looking the other way. Iwith the biggest mall in Maine, the Maine Mall. We are
was dying of thirst and they would only give me iceopening our own store, Genesis Guild. Genesis Guild will
chips! I spent more than a month in the hospital. I wasspecialize in Maine Crafted Home Decor items made
blessed to be alive. Somehow, miraculously, I did notby Christians!So here I am at two o'clock in the
land on the dangerously jagged rocks, but on the onemorning thinking over what God has done in my life
flat rock I had spent so much time on. Not only that, butover the past four years. I had it all figured out. I was
the angle of the rock I landed on leaned toward thegoing to a camp in Colorado, working with youth and
water. I managed to roll up the rock. I should havemarrying "the man of my dreams". But God had a
rolled off and drowned. I did however, shatter mydifferent plan. I went to a camp in Maine, fell off Miracle
knee, break my femur in three places, destroy my hip,rock, married a wonderful (but real) man, started a
crush my wrist and spit out a few pieces of my backbean bag business and am about to open a store in
teeth (into Matt's hands). But, I was alive and had nothe biggest mall in Maine! Although it was incredibly
damage to my head, neck or back. The recoveryhard at times, I thank God that I fell off a cliff and into
period was still quite the process. It took years. Peoplemy life!Valerie Lecher's life changed dramatically when
thought I would get depressed right away, but I didn't. Ishe fell off a cliff a few years ago. She now owns
was surrounded by loving family and friends forand operates and has her own store at the Maine Mall
months. Then my world began to fall apart. The realityin Portland, Maine.
of the recovery time hit me and in the meantime life