I believe sometimes we trip and fall, and as our hands reach out in front of us our heart stops beating for just one moment, in that one moment our world changes.
Everything we felt was certain in the past, seems uncertain. And sometimes, as the mud below us quickly approaches, our faith in gravity changes.
I experienced one of those falls not too long ago, where every reason that I gave for being, and every hope that I had for living seemed questionable. I woke up in the morning and attempted to put my arms around a pain that was greater than me, I attempted to attribute answers to a question that only God could answer, "why?"
Why me? Why now? Why did I give up that, for this? Why?
In the single instant when our heart lands off kilter, and the time where we skip that beat, sometimes we're blessed with an answer. And though we may find ourselves brushing off the mud, we seem to find a way to laugh, because in th ...