I don’t fail, except I do, all of the time. My heart races and tears fall when I fail, and I shame myself for letting someone down. More often than not, I’m the only someone let down. I can’t recall a time in my life where I haven’t needed to be perfect or where failing was acceptable (except for that time I quit softball, I was totally okay failing at that).
Tonight I realized that I left the baby’s medicine out of the refrigerator. Now it has to be thrown away, a $40 mistake. The feeling of failure isn’t because of the money, but because I was irresponsible and left it out.
It’s not the first time I’ve failed today or this week or this year and it won’t be the last. I’m in constant need of God’s forgiveness and love.
Psalm 37:24, NLT
“Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the LORD holds them by the hand.”
I may continue to fail, but I will never fall with the Lord by my side.