Each week Gypsy Mama chooses a word to write about for five minutes. No editing, stream of consciousness. Today's word is: Fall.
Ready. Set. Write.
Grace is definitely not my middle name. The only way I identify with "grace" is through the merciful grace I receive through my Savior, Jesus Christ. I have been known to fall and sometimes in the most silliest of ways or places. Thankfully because I have a lot of padding (these extra pounds are good for something!) I don't get hurt often, other than a few bruises and my pride tarnished a bit.
My most recent fall was a few months ago in our restroom at work. I can't tell you what happened, other than I was twirling around from throwing my hand towel in the garbage and I suppose my pirouette wasn't on point and down I went. I wasn't hurt, other than some soreness for a few days. And the stark realization that I landed on a public restroom floor. Ick.
I had a fall one morning a few years ago early before the sunrise as I was going to the gym for my swim workout. I was so diligent and focused...and proud of myself. I would get up every morning before dawn and head to the gym to swim every morning, five days a week. For someone who is far from athletic, that was a feat. But one morning I tripped on the way in, resulting in a head gash and stitches. And a life lesson.
Sometimes God allows us to fall to help us become more dependent on Him. You see, I was becoming too prideful in my own workout that I not only wasn't depending on Him, but spending my morning time focused on my physical well-being with no focus on the spiritual. Sometimes when we fall, it can be a good thing.