the gradual decline into disorder.

sometimes, not so gradual [toddlers anyone?]
 

the struggle against decay.

The constant upkeep of home, family, friends [life] is, at times, staggering.  The weight of it causes my feet to stumble. My path becomes broken and I fall- sometimes so very hard, to my knees, where I should have been to begin this journey~every day~on my knees before the God of this universe~who deigns Himself to love me. 
 
He reaches down, not to grasp a hand or push me onward, but to pick me up, soul and spirit, and brush me clean with tender Forgiveness. 
 
He sets me on my feet- holding me steady until such time as I am ready to try again, this time with my hand firmly grasping His.
Only His steps can make my path straight again.
So I will follow.
There are no stumbling ridges when I simply hide in His shadow, walking this path under the cover of His wing. 
 

And Gentleness reminds me 
of Goodness every. time. I. fall.

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