Precarious

 Thursday of the Second Week of Advent
 
If they stumble, they shall not fall headlong,
for the Lord holds them by the hand.
Psalm 37:25

 

I take my steps hesitantly. The stairs down from my friend’s porch are wide and sturdy; nevertheless, I find I feel somewhat uncertain because while the steps are broad, the handrail is out of reach. When did my balance become so precarious?
 
As a child, stumbling into a fall meant a skinned knee. As a mature (ahem) adult, the consequences are scarier. Yet, at the same time, my stumbles in my spiritual life seem less hazardous than when I was younger. Now I know that God is there every time. Even when I doubt.

The way to the manger is both certain and precarious. 

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