My girlfriend is ice skating in Colorado with her grandchildren. She wrote this morning about learning how to fall. I'm praying she doesn't.
I often wonder how many times I've been afraid to fall. How many times I've taken the safer path, just so I didn't fall. How many times in my life I've been afraid to try something because I might fail.
Another friend of mine wrote to me about getting off the bus. Down in the trenches. You can't see much from your lofty, safe, warm (or cool) seat on the bus.
The mountain in the picture above reminds me of the times I've been standing in front of that mountain. Knowing there was no way around it. I had to climb over it to reach the other side. Without a map.
The older I get the easier it is for me to stop trying to control my life. I pray over every decision I make. Even the small ones. I no longer wake up with an agenda. I have an idea and usually lots of things on my calendar, but nothing is set in cement any longer. If plan A doesn't work out, there's always plan B. Knowing that the Lord is always with me, knowing I'm praying all day long to stay in the center of His will is actually what keeps me going. It also keeps me full of joy and thanksgiving.
Romans 12:12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. 13 Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.