Life can be hard. Difficult. We think we have it all under control and around the next corner…bam! we run into a rhinoceros. Illness. Job loss. Death of a loved one. A relationship that suddenly crashes on the rocks. We don’t even know how to pray.
Picture above and below; my granddaughters
God is there, around the next corner, along with the rhinoceros and the lions. The alligators in the swamp. I don’t know about you, but for some reason, even though I know better, I always try to fix things myself, without asking God for help. That in itself is a falling down. I fall down in my ability or willingness to turn to God, to trust him. Which turns my crash into a double whammy. When my daughter was about 2 or 3 I would try to help her with, say, her buttons, or zipper, or shoes. “No!” she said. “Self.” Meaning I want to do it by myself. My son was the same.
Sometimes this self-reliance had disastrous consequences, like, for instance, when my son wanted to go down the tall slide [in those days they were straight, polished metal, very fast, with sand at the bottom]. He chose to go down on his belly, despite my attempt to discourage it. He streaked down the slide and shot off the end and face-first into the sand. Sand up his nose, in his mouth, between his teeth. in his eyes. He screamed and cried which helped to wash all the sand out but it was all a mess for a while.
Even though my son seemed to be on his own, I was right there. I tried to catch him but he avoided me. But despite his insisting he didn’t need me I was right there. I picked him up and wiped his face, kissed him better, did all that was needed to set him on his feet again.
Not all our crashes are because we resisted God. Sometimes it’s just how life plays out. Life on Earth is imperfect. If it wasn’t, if it was perfect, there would be no need of heaven. Even if our crashes are because someone else or something else crashed into our lives, God/Jesus is still here with us, picking us up, dusting us off, fixing things, walking with us through the valleys of death and trouble.
Psalm 118:13-14; I was pushed hard, so that I was falling, but the LORD helped me. The LORD is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.
I’d love to hear your comments. How has God helped you, or walked with you when you have stumbled and fallen?