The Ladder

Sometimes my struggles are like going up a never ending ladder. Holding on for dear life, one foot after another. Stepping up and up till I have to take a breath. Sometimes I lose my grip and fall down a couple of rungs and I have to gather my senses and start upward again.

     Once I fell, from close to the top of the ladder to the ground. Miraculously, I didn't hurt nothing but my tailbone. That eventually healed with time. But I was very fearful of ladders from that moment on. Until 1 day, I needed it to do something too high for my reach and I, with all of my might, shaking, grabbed hold of that 1st rung and started to ascend. Each step by step I was in praying for my guardian angel to watch over me and help me accomplish this task with less and less fear. Then I realized. I was at the top! I did it! I took a deep breath, did my task and started to descend. I was never so happy as to plant my feet on solid ground as I was that day!

     Life is like that. We rise and fall daily. The great challenge is whether or not we will try to ascend from that low place that keeps us from moving up.

     Making sure you have a trusted ladder to climb will instill a feeling of confidence. Just like trusting in the mercy and grace of a God who will always pick you up if you fall.

      The rungs of life can either go up or down. We choose. 

     I choose up.