Five Minutes: Fall

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.