As I’ve been hiking (and climbing) I’ve been cognitive of which way to fall if I’m going to fall.
Instead of over the cliffs I’ll shoot for the banks or the rocks that are big anf loom supportive in front of me, etc.
As I woke up and listened to a worship song my friend had sent me when I first penned this, I had a couple of clear analogies; here they are.
To simplify–when, not if, I stumble or fall–no matter if it’s my fault or even if I were intentionally tripped, I know which way I intend to fall.
Friends and fellow hikers in life may be close by, but I can still fall.
I will fall into and on God. I may just splat, face first, but He is where I will purposely fall if I’m going down. He is there as my destination point, He calculated this as part of the cost He willfully paid at Calvary.
Jesus is my direction, the place to be caught, loved on, restored, and put back on my way– with Him still at my side…for the next time.
And the time after.
We all stumble, not necessarily in a form of sinful waywardness, but by battles which come internally and externally.
We need to pre-set our falls. Into the shelter of the Most High we are invited to fall.
Life isn’t easy but knowing no matter where we are, how hurt or humiliated by life’s circumstances or the enemy’s mocking, God never will leave us.
The big lie is we are alone.
Lies always attempt to separate us from God and our destinies.
I’m leaning into Him, the Rock, a High Tower and place of refuge. Therefore my life falls securely and purposefully onto the Rock to which I fall.
Have you preset your landing spots already?
(Thank you to my beautiful friend, the purveyor of hope who deals it in worship and song lyrics, the impetus of my morning musing and one who speaks truth through love, bringing restoration to souls.)