Five Minute Friday: Fall

I have fallen learning to walk. Stumbled about with my little friend, Apple Bear, and fallen right over. Skinned knees and bruised butt. I suppose it's a part of life and anyone who has walked has to also fall.

I fell in love once…and never fell out. Next week we'll celebrate eight years of marriage -- years fought hard for, years once shadowed by sorrow are now bursting with JOY. And how do I say how grateful I am for this good man? There really are no words.

I fall on my knees before the Father. In awe of His works. In need of His love. Surprised by His grace.  Speechless before Him, I can only fall.  And some days I remain there, kneeling. I shop and work and clean and cook…all the while I have fallen and refuse to move. Best days.

Tears fall. And leave trails. Sorrow is felt deep and overflows. And sloppy, hot, wet JOY too overwhelms -- now just as often and I am amazed at how life can change so quickly. Actually I'm flabbergasted and find myself is such a state almost daily. His love is constant. He is faithful. Why did I worry so?

And now we fall. An all out leap of faith, believing in what seems impossible. Trusting that His plan is better, He will provide. We let go and fall. It only works if we don't fight it. Late at night when our home is quiet and dark I want to lay awake and make my own plans -- I struggle to get a last minute fingerhold, to grasp onto something solid, to gain control. But really, how much better would I do in all this than He? Really, when have my plans worked better than His? And I have to believe. I have to let go. I have to fall.

And believe that He will catch. And carry.

Stumbling, loving, sobbing, struggling, bursting and kneeling. Falling again and again. And to know we're never alone…makes it all more wonderful, beautiful.