I fell as I walked Tommy this morning. We were more than halfway home but I lost my balance and hit the pavement. Fortunately, I’d let go of Tommy and braced myself w/my hands to avoid hitting my face. My left knee wasn’t so lucky. Though I wore sweats, I scraped up my knee, causing it to bleed. I got up again and came home, walking slower and more carefully.
I'm thankful for a few things here. There wasn't any traffic at that hour, as it was mid-morning. And I only scraped my knee. It could've been a lot worse.
I'm thankful for a few things here. There wasn't any traffic at that hour, as it was mid-morning. And I only scraped my knee. It could've been a lot worse.
Sounds like life in general. When we fall along the way, we get back up again. There are consequences, but we'll arrive eventually, even if it takes longer. The wound(s) will heal but it takes time.
