I am a sinner, regardless of my intentions, sometimes I fall. To be honest, it doesn’t take me by surprise. I sense the warnings but am too proud to reach for the handrails. I’ve got this. I don’t need help.
Then it happens, I fall.
Confidently, I ask again for forgiveness, knowing He will send his guardians to my rescue. He is always there to Catch Me When I Fall.
The nights are starting to have that feel to them that signals the coming of fall and the fading of summer. I think I will miss my summer friends as they migrate south to warmer climates. Through the winter I will look forward to their return.
Sometimes an image comes out of nowhere – not planned or deeply contemplated, it just emerges. That is exactly the case with this one. So much so I couldn’t even put a title to it. It always puzzles me when this happens and I begin searching for its origins – it usually has to do with my own emotions.
This year I have faced a series of difficulties, none of them disastrous, but each setting me back. At times it seems like I am running through darkness, maybe a tunnel or an alley. My legs are tired and it is difficult to make progress, like running through water.
I believe this image is my own artistic encouragement to myself. Though the situation may feel dark with narrow walls, and my feet may feel heavy, make the best of the situation, and play in the water.