The summer between 3rd and 4th grade I won my first big girl belt buckle barrel racing. The next week I got bucked off of a horse that was "gentle". I landed so hard on my neck and shoulders that my tailbone was hurt and I had to sit on a oval shaped pillow for a week or so. In February, I hit or exceeded every goal I set. In March, I missed every single one. Why do embarrassing blunders often follow success? Is it a lesson in pride? Is it a personality trait that I lose focus or get tired? Maybe I am being taught about praising God when I win and when I lose. Maybe I am under attack by the enemy, the Father of Lies...
I can't not learn something from this. It would be such a waste. Also, on the off chance that you are reading this and need encouragement, I dang sure don't want to be the reason you falter or give up.
1. I believe and am clinging to the quote, "The only time you really fail, is when you quit trying." I may have stumbled and got sidetracked for a week or two, but I am not done. I dusted myself of and got back on track.
2. I am reminded that our God is in the business of do-overs.
3. Life IS short. It should be enjoyed and lived to the fullest. However, that doesn't give me permission to be a poor steward with my blessings. Life is better lived and enjoyed without the guilt. When I am running my race and enjoying what is meant for me, I am happier and fulfilled.
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