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

They call it Meditation Rock, I call it Miracle Rock.apart. The reality of the recovery time hit me
Beautiful, serene and the perfect place to sitand in the meantime life wasn't giving me any
quietly, read and pray. That's just what I did - untilbreaks. That special young man got engaged (and
I fell off it. It was a twenty three foot drop withnot to me), my grandfather passed away and
a rock-solid landing. Ten broken bones, threemy uncle committed suicide. I was a wreck.
broken teeth, four years and a whole new lifeTotally and completely depressed. I did find a job
later I'm ready to tell my story.Long ago I knew II had wanted all my life - a youth director. But, I
wanted to be a camp counselor in the spectacularwas so discouraged that I couldn't keep it up. I
mountains of Colorado. I wasn't a big fan of myhad no idea what to do with my life. Once again I
college. The only thing I liked about it was thefound myself questioning God.I began to make
giant bean bag chair that I crashed on in mylists of things that I loved. A funny thing came to
dorm. I had to get out of there. I applied to themind. Bean Bag Chairs. I was infatuated with the
perfect camp and sat by the phone for weekshuge bean bag chair I had in college. I even got a
waiting for my acceptance call. Rejection was notjob selling them my sophomore year. Every time
what I expected, but it is what I got. Angry atI thought about what I wanted to do for a living
God I begrudgingly headed to a smaller camp inthe word bean bag popped into my head. Though
Maine - a state I hadn't heard of since my 6thit felt crazy, I decided to call my old boss and tell
grade geography class. Little did I know I wouldhim how I was feeling. He suggested that I start
fall in love...with Maine, with Matt and with the Lord.selling his bean bag chairs in Maine for a 20%
Let's start with the Lord. We met at Chop Pointcommission. I gave it a try. That Christmas I
camp. We had been acquaintances for a longdecided to sell the bean bags at a small strip mall.
time, but it was there that our true relationshipI set up a tiny little business in a back corner. The
began. I'd wake up early, drudge my way up abusiness consisted of one employee (me) and
windy path and crawl under Meditation Rock.three bean bag chairs. Then Matt came along.
There were a lot of jagged rocks underAgain. He just happened to be an artist and
Meditation rock but there was one smooth, flatsomewhat of a perfectionist. He encouraged me
rock that was perfect for quiet times. That is, offix up the corner, build print business cards and
course, when the tide was out - otherwise it waspricelists. He also began (or maybe I should say
covered in water. It was there, on that specialcontinued) to pursue me relentlessly. Over time I
rock that I discovered the Word was living andnoticed some pretty amazing qualities in Matt.
active and that, it applied to my life! I visited thisThese qualities won my heart. We have been
special spot regularly over the next four years.married for two years now and I'm still not sure
Speaking of special, a particular young man caughtwhen the honeymoon is going to end. As our love
my eye one summer at Chop Point. One that Igrew, Heavenly Bean Bags also blossomed.
just knew was the one for me. I'm told I calledEventually we started making the bean bags in
his name out over and over when they found meMaine and adding all sorts of new features (like
broken beneath the rock. He wasn't the man,removable, washable covers). We set up at the
however, that drove an hour every day for asame little strip mall every Christmas Season.
month to visit me in the hospital. No, I broke upAlthough the business venture kept us incredibly
with that man long ago. He wasn't the one forbusy, we knew that Matt's art was a talent that
me. I knew best.So there, I lay beneathwe did not want to let go of. Matt and I saved
Meditation rock bleeding and murmuring this othersome money and made prints of his work. We
young man's name over and over again. I'm told Irented 40 feet of space from the same little mall
whispered "help me sweet Jesus" a few timesand started something totally new. We gathered
between the painfully embarrassing displays ofthe work of local Christian artists, including
emotion. Over an hour later I was life-flighted topotters, photographers, jewelers, painters, stained
the Central Maine Medical Center where I underglass artisans, and furniture makers (bean bags
went 18 hours of surgery. I remember none ofincluded) and sold them on consignment. We fell in
this. The first thing I remember is my friend Matt,love with the idea of supporting Christian artists
the one I'd broken up with long ago, sneaking meand now we are going to pursue it full time.
a sip of water when the doctors were looking theTomorrow, we're signing a contract with the
other way. I was dying of thirst and they wouldbiggest mall in Maine, the Maine Mall. We are
only give me ice chips! I spent more than aopening our own store, Genesis Guild. Genesis
month in the hospital. I was blessed to be alive.Guild will specialize in Maine Crafted Home Decor
Somehow, miraculously, I did not land on theitems made by Christians!So here I am at two
dangerously jagged rocks, but on the one flato'clock in the morning thinking over what God has
rock I had spent so much time on. Not only that,done in my life over the past four years. I had it
but the angle of the rock I landed on leanedall figured out. I was going to a camp in Colorado,
toward the water. I managed to roll up the rock. Iworking with youth and marrying "the man of my
should have rolled off and drowned. I diddreams". But God had a different plan. I went to a
however, shatter my knee, break my femur incamp in Maine, fell off Miracle rock, married a
three places, destroy my hip, crush my wrist andwonderful (but real) man, started a bean bag
spit out a few pieces of my back teeth (intobusiness and am about to open a store in the
Matt's hands). But, I was alive and had no damagebiggest mall in Maine! Although it was incredibly
to my head, neck or back. The recovery periodhard at times, I thank God that I fell off a cliff
was still quite the process. It took years. Peopleand into my life!Valerie Lecher's life changed
thought I would get depressed right away, but Idramatically when she fell off a cliff a few years
didn't. I was surrounded by loving family andago. She now owns and operates and has her
friends for months. Then my world began to fallown store at the Maine Mall in Portland, Maine.