The door is in sight, and I slow slightly as I watch the boys slip safely indoors. And then I slip too. I slip and sliiiiiide as in slow motion I realize the river of water has puddled inside as well. I scramble to break Baby Girl's fall as I sprawl on wet concrete. She cries as she bounces off of me and into the small pond that is the indoors.
Some falls are private. We trip up the stairs, carrying a basket too heavily-laden with piled up laundry. No one is there to watch the clumsy mess.
Some falls are private. We inwardly wrestle with ungracious thoughts. We struggle with jealousy, bitterness, anger, laziness, selfishness.
Some falls are public. They leave us with a limp and a wet backside for all to see.
Some falls are public. We gossip, are rude or impatient with others, brag about accomplishments, get caught in dishonesty.
Private or public, all falls hurt eventually. If our conscious allows, they leave us sore and and regretful. And our hearts stiffen over time if we don't allow the Spirit's work in our lives.
But if we do allow, grace will cover all falls.
"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus." Romans 3:23
After picking up Baby Girl from the puddle, I turn the corner to see my dad. I explain what happened, and he mops up the problem. Grace, you see. It wasn't his mess, it wasn't his impatient-with-waiting, foolish running in the rain.
God has done, does, and will do the same.
Fall into His Grace.
Gifts of Grace #151 - 167 :
God's grace to forgive and redeem
fun at the county fair
hand-dipped ice cream cones
the first ripe tomato
the first cucumbers
Baby Girl carrying her baby girls
nothing went wrong
my mom and dad back safe from vacation