Sometimes in life, we get knocked down. We get the wind knocked out of us, our feet out from under us. So we lie on the pavement, gasping for breath as we stare up at the sky, and we wonder if or when we'll be able to get up again.
Then we beg to be delivered, to have back the lives we had only yesterday. We weep and plead and rant. We beg for a miracle, and when it doesn't appear, our faith is shaken. We claim the inevitability and sovereignty of God's will aloud, but in the quiet of our hearts, we wonder if God even has a will or if it's only a lie we tell ourselves to feel better.
But no one ever promised a life without change, without golpes o topes. Life is unstable, and as precious as it is, it is also painful. Some days, we will flounder and free-fall. We may stumble. At times, we can do nothing but survive until day's end and hope that, somehow, tomorrow will be better.
We get up again, and we walk on.
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