You may
stumble and fall,
And whilst
you dust yourself off,
You’ll
still wish to grow tall,
Just don’t slump
into a trough.
For we all
do stumble,
Every now
and then,
It’s how
we’re kept humble,
Whether we’re women or men.
God will do
so much,
For those
who appease,
For those
who touch,
Others’
burdens to relieve.
So don’t
worry if you stumble,
Don’t worry
if you fall,
Be cheerful
and don’t grumble,
In humility, walk tall.
It won’t
always feel,
Quite as
hard as this,
Keep being real,
And God
will return you to bliss.
So there
you go,
Keep being
real,
The towel
you’re tempted to throw,
Is your opportunity to feel.
What can we say
when we fall short other than, “Lord, use this indiscretion, this lapse, this
silly mistake, as fuel for learning and growth toward progress and perfection.”
Yet, we’ll never get to lay claim to perfection. Our lives are what they are —
a symphony of brokenness even as we strive for the higher ideal. Still, we’re
just as happy if we never find ourselves in the limelight for all the wrong
reasons.
Times of failure
are utterly praiseworthy, for they keep our feet firmly on terra firma.
Humiliations are humbling in such a way as to ward us away from pride. So
humiliations are good for us. If we can be humble in our mistakes we grant
others their role as our admonishers. We have allowed them a strength they may
not be otherwise granted to have. Much as Jesus said, “You have no authority
over me that the Father did not already give you, so use it.” (John 19:11)
People’s power over us is one thing, but we have just as much power, vested of
God, to confess on ourselves.
There’s one thing
better than someone holding us to account; it’s we, ourselves, holding ourselves to account. And if someone
will help us see our fault, let us glory in the truth, and expose ourselves
where their exposure is found wanting. Of course, you may think this a
ridiculous assertion. But there’s no better character examination than that of
the Holy Spirit’s as he searches us as persons — as we can only personally
know.
The disciple of
Jesus is learning all the time or they default on their pledge of allegiance.
Learning
all the time,
Yes, I
hope to learn all the time,
God,
keep giving me power,
To
humble me in my pride.
Thank
you, our Father,
For
those who love me so much,
To
speak the truth in love,
So I
would receive Your touch.
© 2015 Steve Wickham.
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