“..Though we stumble, we shall not fall headlong, for the LORD holds us by the hand” (v. 24)
I did that yesterday. Stumbled that is. I’m not very proud of it, but it is what it is. The thing about that stumbling is I could see it coming. It was like looking at two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, you know they won’t fit together, but you try them anyway. It was like that. I knew I shouldn’t take that next step, but I did anyway.
No, I didn’t get hurt, but thanks for asking. No, no one else got hurt, but thanks for asking. My heart took a hit though and my pride. When the Lord and I talked about it, it was embarrassing trying to justify it. How paltry those excuses were.
In days gone by, I would have been devastated, even crippled by this little incident. I would have beaten myself into a corner and said, “How could any one…..?” However, I didn’t do that this time. I’m not sure, but I think that’s a good thing. Not a sign of insensitivity, but a sign of growth, the ability to see, confess, repent, and move on. At least I like to think it represents growth.
HE squeezed my hand, hugged me and said, “I love you”, so I reckon that’s a good thing. Don’t you?