When I trip over
disappointments
and hurts …
when I stumble over
self-pity
and failed expectations …
when I fall face-down,
only to taste
the red dirt
that has settled
around me,
you lift me up, O God,
brush me off and
hold me tight
as you whisper,
“My clumsy beloved child,
I will not let you
remain face-down
in my beautiful field of grace.
You will miss
all that is beautiful
and good
if you choose to stay
where you fall.”
Sigh.... what wondrous love.
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