There are times when I am on a journey that I stumble over something unseen on the road. I may trip and recover quickly, but there are moments when I lose my balance and fall onto the ground. Where is the culprit that caused me to lose my footing? Sometimes it is evident, and sometimes it is not. Whatever or whoever is to blame is not always held accountable. There is one thing that remains, I must get up and continue the journey. That even means letting anger or a desire to make things right fall away.
We all know what it is like to fall. The question is, “How do we get up and regain our footing along the path?” It is not an easy thing to do. Sometimes we must nurse our injuries while we move forward, letting go of those things that can hold us down. We hurt, but our allegiance to the One, who invites us down the road is far more important than the cause of the fall.
This is where faith steps in. We safe in the knowledge that Christ is with us in every part of the journey. Holy presence, guiding us and sharing in the pain that we feel. Our confidence is in Divine arms picking us up to give us the strength that we need to keep moving forward, helping us to move past resentments and pain.
Today in the wilderness, I am grateful for the realization that my fall doesn’t define the next part of my journey. The thing that does is how I get up. This is where I put my money where my mouth is, for the strength that I need is the center of my faith. Praise be to God that holy arms reach out to all of us and guide us through all of the unseen bumps in the road.