Above me, wind does its best
to blow leaves off
the aspen tree a month too soon.
No use wind. All you succeed
in doing is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful.
Last week I stumbled across this beautiful poem, and it has helped me reflect on failure. I think part of the human condition is having days of wild success, and having days of disastrous failure. Failure can be so disheartening. I’ve had my fair share of failure moments lately, so from one sinner to another I want to share some encouragement with you.
Even more importantly, you are loved, no matter who you are or what you do. As you head into this week, I want to encourage those of you who have fallen to pick yourself back up, and I promise to do the same. We serve a God of infinite grace, and together, we can do this!