I love falling.
Although it totally stinks as it’s happening, and as I fall, I emotionally writhe like a 2 year old who is just NOT interested in sitting still as she’s getting a vaccination, I love falling.
It’s the times that I fall (which is very often) where I have the opportunity to look around and see that I need my Dad and call to Him for help.
It’s been a long week, (full of falls) and thankfully I did not have to work yesterday so I could kind of re coup, re assess, and realign myself back with Him.
Yesterday I shared what was on my heart (fears and anxietes about funding for the race) with my small group. Man, they are a SUPPORTIVE bunch. I am just so thankful I have this community right now.
I love falling. Because when I fall, only JC (and His helpers in the Body) can reach out a hand and help me get back up.
