Wednesday

to stand

he's just starting to stand,
and inevitably he wobbles and falls,
as i fall,
daily,
broken and bruised
and my weak self,
exhausted,
longs to stay there,
but he is youngest of six, strong baby
and he climbs back up again,
not even weary of the last fall,
he trusts it will be okay,
and i am stained but grace covered mama,
desperate to push aside remembrance of the last fall,
to trust Him to sustain me...

and together we stand again,
wobbly,
imperfect,
yet standing.

linking with emily today...

 

13 comments:

  1. perfect way to end your poem of falling and brokenness:

    wobbly,
    imperfect,
    yet standing.

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  2. keep standing. we all fall. not everyone gets back up...

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  3. wobbly... imperfect... yet standing...

    oh sister, i know this. i'm wobbly with you. and we sing of a redeemer. you are beautiful to me. xo

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  4. oh my yes. i wobble right there along with my own babes. and yet we can stand together, covered by the same clean grace. (moses is standing! yay! i love it!)

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  5. I love this - I can relate to both my own wobbliness and watching my little one learn to stand after months of physical therapy.

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  6. funny thing is, I don't know if there's ever a point we'll stop falling... but the lesson is the same.

    I'm so glad for the strong Hands there to pick me up ;)

    amy in peru

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  7. I love the lines "wobbly, imperfect, yet standing." As God's children that's all we can do. Thanks for this reminder. And wow, bless you for being a homeschooling mama of six...I admire you!

    Thanks for blessing me with your words today.

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  8. stained but grace-covered . . . aren't we all? beautiful!

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  9. we have so much to learn from little children, don't we?!

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  10. amen, sister! there is so much i like about this: his determinedness to stand, his quick forgetfulness of his fall, willingness to keep on trying, and the stained, but grace-covered mama.

    how quickly i give up after i fall. long after the sting has faded, i allow the memories of my fall to keep me grounded, to keep me from trying again. i need to remember why i fell and learn from it, but not give up on standing after all. and, when i rise up stained, to know that that i am covered by grace. thank you!

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