Do you ever fail with folks you love?
Do you ever find that you have hurt in ways you can't fix?
Do you ever do your best and despair that you didn't help?
I have those days. Days when I stumble from one mistake, problem or crisis to another. Sometimes putting out fires, sometimes helping victims, sometimes being accused of arson.
And I keep going. With or without praise, acceptance, help or partners, trying to live in the grace and mercy of God when not offered by others, going where Jesus leads as best I can.
I do the same thing at each point. I ask for forgiveness, pray for healing, and stumble on.
In the end, I love people and I push, neither perfectly. I'm called passionate, loving, determined and pushy. Maybe that's my natural talent.
But I may be in good company...
"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me." Philippians 3:12 NIV
I guess stumbling is better than not...
