and I think we can probably all attest to some time in our existence here on this earth that we have failed in some way.
and it's not the most fun ever.
in fact, it's pretty destructive.
i've dabbled a lot lately in the past few months or so in the art of failure. For some reason, I call it an art. And maybe not a beautiful art, not at the start. But stay with me.
lately, there hasn't been some large catastrophic event that has rocked me. I haven't even been "rocked," so to speak. But I've failed to meet the mark in a lot of ways. And I've been complacent about relationships, about responsibilities. So here I sit feeling the weight of that.
I am finding that the more vulnerable I am with the pain that comes from failure, big or small, the easier it is to believe lies about my identity- lies like worthlessness, shame, and lack of purpose. But I believe in being vulnerable. And I also believe in truth. And so there's the beautiful part of failure- eventually, I will come out on the other side, redeemed by Jesus. I will learn from my mistakes. I'm not there yet, but I am in the process of learning. And I am learning that failure is the ultimate form of being humble, which is hard to grasp sometimes. But I believe all things have beauty, even things as ugly and demoralizing as failure, and I am determined to seek it.
failure is okay, friends. pick up those broken pieces and let Jesus put them back together. From failure comes redemption.