The Irony of Falling...

It seems that each month I have a writing, journaling, reading "theme." Many of these are not planned, they happen. So a few months ago I decided to embrace what was happening and go with it.

December was praise for the Savior.

January was renewel.

February was love.

And here we are in March and most reading and writing that I do, conversations I have, and now life experiences, surround tripping, stumbling, falling, and picking myself or someone else up. It actually began in February, when I hurt my back

March has been absolutely crazy and we are not even half way through! Yesterday I decided to take some pictures so that you can see what I mean. These are just from ONE day.

Ams sitting with ice on her foot. We don't know what she did. Maybe when running relays in PE.
  

J. on his way to the "big" band concert. Extreme pressure and he isn't subcombing! Luckily Mike is chaperoning today and not me.
 
You can see more pictures at www.leaveatrace.net
   
 
Crash and go to bed or...

As you can see, there were a lot of trips, spills, and falls today. The trick to keeping joy in my heart came from looking to God for guidance and confidence along the way. When I felt overwhelmed by information, I said a little prayer. When Ams' tears came about what to tell people when they asked what happened, I silently prayed to God for strength.

When I worried that J would panic at the band concert, I gave it to God.  
N. Joseph was just along for the ride. He slept some in the car. Got a fast food treat for lunch; medicine to make him comfortable and I'll work on making him better today.

God's grace came with the sunshine that peeked through the rain mid-afternoon; the grass that is now emerald green and smells so fresh; the outstanding ratings that the 8th grade band got at the concert/competition. God is good. He walks along the trail with you. All you have to do is invite Him. Ask Him to walk with you, carry you, hold your hand, or dust off the dirt when you fall.