Concrete Face Plant

Forty-one: Yesterday, Ariel had a first. She was walking on concrete and out of nowhere face planted. She just fell flat on her face. It was really cold out so I'm sure it hurt terribly to slam into the concrete. She also slip forward a little, so she scraped her little hand a bit. She was not happy about this first and cried and cried - as if to say she would rather not experience this again. Poor baby. She will, though. Sooner or later it'll happen again (and again). She'll trip over bumps, rocks, her own toes, shoelaces, dogs. She'll get better at walking and it'll happen less often, but still there will be the occasional painful faceplant. It happens to all of us.

Last night, I fell asleep praying. I was a little upset with myself. My lack of spiritual progress and improvement...my lack of holiness. My plentiful sin. It hurts to know that I only recognize a portion of it, too...God sees all the sin in my life everyday. I get tripped up, too. I trip over my pride, my selfish desires, my poor attitude. I faceplant way too often and it hurts everytime.

Today, I am thankful that God picks me up when I get tripped up. I am thankful for the feelings of guilt and shame because they mean I still have a conscience, that the Holy Spirit is still sanctifying me - purifying me. I am thankful for the desire to do better. Thank you, God, for opening my eyes. Please give me the strength and wisdom not to trip over the same things next time.




What's this about? I decided on my birthday to make a commitment to being intentionally thankful. I challenged myself to post one thing I am thankful for everyday this year.