Have you ever been just so close to your goal and then missed the mark by this much? And that meant you had to start all over again?
Me too. And this week that was more evident in my life than usual. I fell down an extra long flight of stairs (about 15 actually…and backwards on top of that.)
Foot on the top step, and suddenly on the way down. All the while thinking, “How many more stairs can there possibly be?”
Landed in a kind of sitting up position. People came running to help. Good, right?
Glasses all wonky. Not so good.
No broken bones. Good!
Left side of face rug-burned. Not so good.
And I had to get up and go up those blessed stairs one more time. So I did, because it was the only way out.
Sometimes, that is all there is. The way out is sometimes a path you’ve been on before and we hate it, but there is no other way, except to get up. So I did.
I drove myself home and even stopped to get my glasses straightened. All good.
Four days later? Humungous bruises air themselves on left side of face, shoulder, ribs, hip. I’ve had to take a few Tylenol but other than that,,, not so bad. It’s been a busy week and I am laying low today to allow a little recovery time……
I am so thanking God that nothing is broken…well….just my heart still…… but the rest of me…recovering…..
P.S. and so is my heart… Yes it is, ever so slowly…but little by little, and step by step…..as I move closer to my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.
James 1:4-Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.