There is so much beauty in finding that we are flawed. That we make mistakes. That we are not perfect by any means. And it makes our hope in God so much greater. Falling down is bringing me joy because I know His hand is outstretched to lift me right back up. Aren’t we all like children in this way? And what greater feeling than being a child with a Father as great as He.
So I do not fret, I do not worry, but I have joy and confidence in the greatest being of all time reigning over my life.