
"the thing about starting over is...
you have to re-learn how to do everything you knew how to do before. it’s learning to hold your head up. rolling over. getting up on all fours. moving that first little inch forward, and beginning to crawl. pulling yourself up and feeling the weight of yourself on your feet. clinging to your Fathers’ fingers as He supports you, guiding you through your first steps. mustering up the courage to stand alone, knowing He’s right there, ready to catch you if you fall. handling your weight as well as gravity, the weight of the world, and remaining upright. putting one foot in front of the other, while maintaining your balance. wobbling at first. stumbling. letting your Father pick you up time and time again, brushing the dirt off your clothes each time. and finally, taking tiny step after tiny step, gradually getting you where you need to go.
it’s going back to the very beginning, and remembering that your Father is there for the helpless times. that He’s there, reaching out his mighty hand to pull you back up after you stumble and fall. remembering His promises for your life, and trusting that, in every stumble He is there, just waiting for us to call out His name."
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