We tumble into the van for our weekly Wednesday adventure: these girls with too long legs, this almost teen boy, little boy who must always tag along, Pastor-friend, and me—bus driver.
We are going ice skating.
And I’ve never been.
Fear niggles; what if I can’t, Lord? What if I fall?
Our lesson on the way: Getting up when you fall down.
Memory verse: Phil. 4:13—“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
Fear is pocketed for a time, discouragement defeated by His Word to me.
And we step out onto the slippery surface…slow, baby steps at first…
And then we soar!
There are many falls.
Some grasp the rail with fingers clenched tight (I am one of these).
But we get back up. We get out on that shimmery, bed of frozen water and try…again…and again.
It was perfectly lovely fun.
I was so proud of the kids; how they helped one another…waited for the wall clingers…cheered each other on…
It was a living lesson on not giving up.
Back at home, the boys are starving.
I fix the dinner. We eat the dinner. Visit with my father-in-law who stops in briefly. Then I check my messages.
There it is, sitting in my in-box. I have waited, but it is still a surprise to see. My heart skips a beat.
Eyes skim. Heart sinks.
Disappointment, so bitter it brings tears.
I am so angry at myself for feeling this way that I vacuum the entire house.
The sound of the Hoover covers my thoughts, but still, a whisper in my ear:
You’re not good enough. Why are you even trying? Why don’t you just give up?
At 8:30 p.m., boys start emerging.
But as we snuggle over an episode of SpongeBob, I remember.
Our lesson for the day: Getting back up when you fall down.
Hmmm. My behind isn’t sore for nothing, I suppose. Living this lesson is not as easy as I thought. It’s hard to get back up.
But I will. Over and over again.
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”