We all stumble, and sometimes we fall face-first into the gravel, and we don’t come to that earth-shaking stop until we’ve slid clean over it and our knees are bloodied to the bone. Well, that was kind of a gross picture, but gross-out not! For there is hope after the fall, especially after the nasty scabs heal 🤢, and I hope you receive it through this psalm.
Sum it up:
I love the Lord because He grants me mercy
When I ask.
He bends down from His mighty throne
To look me in the eye and scoop me up
Out of my sorrow.
He has saved me from death more than once.
Why? I don’t know.
But I am grateful beyond explanation.
The only way to pay that debt
Is to love.
I will try with all my heart.
Writing prompt: a great fall
Write about a time you hit rock bottom and had to have a little help getting back up.