The Art of Falling

I have taken falling to a new place. I have single handedly elevated it to an Art Form. You really have to see it to appreciate how good I am at it.

Yes in case you haven't figured it out yet I have taken another tumble and it was a hard one. I do things with gusto.. I over achieve at falling with style. I have fallen so many times I am unable to count them all.

It occurred to me right after I fell this time, as I was hiking up the side of a mountain behind my family trying not to let them know that I was really hurt, that I had only seen my mother fall once in my life. I was five or six and she had just dropped me off at the morning day care. As I watched her through the screen door make her way back to the car, she tripped on a tree root and took a tumble. I remember being mortified that my mother had fallen. It were as though I had put her on the level of super hero and when she fell I realized she was mortal.

I wonder if my two girls have ever thought of me as being a super hero? Do I want them too? I don't think that I do. I think I would rather them see me fall and get back up and keep going. Just a normal human that gets cuts and bruises along life's way and in the process holds the Lords hand as he helps me up.

I have fallen a lot in my life. Literally and figuratively, but I find that both make me stronger as I learn to rely on God.

So here I sit again healing my wounds and pride and watching yet another scar heal. Hopefully, another battle wound that gives God glory.