God is worthy.

Well...it's another "one of those days." I struggle to do what is right. I fall short. I miss the mark...the mark I had set for myself. I promised I'd show love, be patient...have compassion. I tried to climb the mountain in front of me, the impossibly steep rocky cliff of life's circumstances, of my own strength. I expected to be able to do it, without a stumble. I can see it, right in front of me. "So what?" I ask...it's a mountain...a big one....I can climb it and conquer it. One straight path to the top." Then, barely past the foothills, I trip and fall. And skin my knee. And become frustrated. Why did I even try to climb this huge unsurmountable thing in the first place? Others don't even try. They just sit around in the shade. Then, I realize. God is worthy of the effort I am making. He knows I will stumble and fall...He knows I can't make it up to the top all by myself...without taking the wrong path every once in a while. He picks me up, helps me to brush myself off....I remember to not look back at the others...I push forward...one baby step at a time...I can climb the mountain, but it takes a steady, sure foot...planted firmly in the belief that God is guiding upward and onward.