Headed out the door and down the steps, I found myself drifting downward towards an unexpected and unwanted dirt kiss, if I wasn’t able to do something fast. Too late to completely stop the nose dive, I reached for the car in an effort to brace myself for the fall. Luckily my whole body didn’t hit the concrete only one knee was scratched. Having gone down those steps many times, how did I manage to slip that day? In my haste, I missed the bottom step. The step hadn’t changed locations, it was I who failed to properly maneuver it.
Is that not how life can be at times? We’re residing in the same location yet something seems to have changed or slipped away. At least that is how I find my life at times. Living in the same house, working the same job, attending the same church, a member of the same family and participating in the same activities but things that I maneuvered so well in the past now feel as if I’ve misstep. Have you ever felt yourself slipping away? There are days that my passion ebbs away. Other times I notice I’ve slipped into complacency, complaining, discontentment, or depression. But, why? In most case it’s because I have allowed my focus to slide away from the one who is my ultimate support. He has not moved and it’s comforting to know that all I have to do is call out to Him. I can share my true feelings with Him; there’s no need to conceal my inner most thoughts.
Psalms 94:18-19 (NLT) I cried out, “I am slipping!” but your unfailing love, O Lord, supported me. When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.