Happy Sunday, friends!
I will be watching some NFL football in about thirty minutes, but I thought I would share this.
After church today, I fell trying to step down from the curb. I stepped down, and thought it would be smooth sailing thereafter. I didn't take into account that the pavement was not in good condition, and was not totally flat like asphalt. I didn't fall gracefully. My hand was bloodied, and so was my knee, as I would soon find out. I just got up, and dusted myself off. I am fine.
I have no depth perception. After every fall, I do not so secretly wish I had some.
I used to be so upset with myself for letting myself fall or not fall.
Today, I am accepting the I may fall, but I shall get up again. I am learning to accept the lady who looks back at me in the mirror. I have asked God the question of why too many times. I lost count. I am not Cerebral Palsy. It is just a condition of which I do have.
All days are not this great. I have bad days too. Life is not perfect, and not fair. I am imperfectly perfect. Learning to laugh even when that is the last thing I want to do.