It was a good but weird day and there was a beautiful waterfall near the end. We even got some cold pop from a kid who was leaving... and headed around some very pretty trail to the shelter... when we got to the shelter it wasn't ver nice so we decided to head back down by the river to camp.
We went down some pretty steep steps and I fell BIG time... stumbled, dove, hit my knees and rolled... pack and all. classy. I was like a turtle with my legs all up in the air, weighted down by my pack. I know, I know. No, there isnt any evidence! Just some bloody bruised knees.
But it got me thinking... how often do i pretend that because I have been at this ministry thing for so long, I am some kind of old pro, immune to falling down and getting banged up?
I'll tell you this... as my 400 miles and bloody knees attest to, longevity and perfection aren't synonymous. I struggle now just as much... I fall down... I fail and make mistakes. I'm imperfect and in desperate need of God's grace.
But just like today, a friend came running, helped me up, brushed me off and I kept hiking... and laughing, because what else is there to do? God's grace is sufficient for all my mistakes and failure, so I get back up and keep trying.
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