Good morning…
I made a poor choice and paid the price. On the spectrum of stupid decisions, mine was pretty tame, but gratefully it gave me a small taste of embarrassing shame. My mistake set my mind wondering. How do people get out of bed the morning after a devastating affair is exposed, a preventable accident brings permanent harm, or a full family fortune is gambled away? How do people face the world when their irreversible mistake makes headlines, when an impulsive choice shatters a dream life, or when reverberating rumors repeatedly wreak havoc? God, how do we imperfect humans move forward after messing up miserably?
Each poor choice leads to our next choice: Will I beat myself up, berate and belittle, or will I stumble straight into the open arms of God’s grace? There is nothing I can do to make God love me more and there is nothing I can do to make God love me less. God’s love is constant, in my best moments and my worst. Will I lean into God’s love and let Him strengthen me to my feet again?
Poor choices can bring painful repercussions, for us and our loved ones, but thankfully our stumbles can prevent future falls. Grounding ourselves in the gravity of God, we gradually regain our balance as we walk forward with a little bit more wisdom.
The Lord will hold your hand, and if you stumble, you still won’t fall (Psalm 37:24, CEV).
…Sue…
