About ten years ago I fell and I couldn’t get up.
Unlike like our friend from the video Monday who eventually managed, I was helpless on my own. Upside down.
I was “turtled” (see video below). Exposed. Vulnerable. Not a pretty sight, and certainly not in line with the “always pulled-together on top of things” image management that I strove for.
I thrashed against the pain and injustice. I frantically flailed my legs and arms. I cried a lot in frustration and anger. I was getting nowhere.
But I had a team of “push-overs” and “under-duckers”.
They believed for me when I couldn’t.
They prayed me in when I was all prayed out.
They kept showing up when I was down.
They reminded me of who I was when I forgot.
They painted pictures of a meaningful future when I could only see the ugly lines that were “not good enough”.
They under-ducked me back onto my feet.
Is there someone who needs that from you today?
