I see him there
Hanging upon a tree
My soul is free
Because he bled and died for me
I cannot explain how sweet that is
That love could conquer all
That his pain and fall
Would one day become my call
To follow him
And worship him.
To live each day to honor him.
Oh Lord, thank you for this love
For a freedom I will never understand
You bled and died so many years ago
But today, and tomorrow you live.
This weekend I thought a lot about falling.
Would you consider falling a one-time thing, an event that happened, a moment in time that you fell, the act that is done and over?
Or would it be a process, the moments leading up to the hitting the ground, something that was orchestrated to happen? Multiple actions that create a fall?
I think I believe it is the latter. A process that is orchestrated, realized and internalized up until that very moment you hit the ground.
I think you can begin to fall long before you actually have impact. It’s embracing the fact the inevitable will happen. If you don’t fall sometimes, do you ever truly live?
Sometimes you will end up on crutches.
But maybe one day a fall will allow you to fly.
I can’t wait to fly.
Happy Holy Week My Friends.