I watch Isaac pull himself up and fall down over and over again. Often he hurts himself. When he does it's usually right on the face. I watch in wonder as he picks himself up again and again and keeps trying. It's it really worth all of that? Shouldn't he want to take a break for a day or something and come back to it later? If I were a baby right now isn't that what I'd do?
Then it hit me. I'm failing all the time.
Like a LOT.
Everyday, every hour, I am straight up, fall on my face failing every minute. Yet, I'm still trying. I know I'm still trying, because the only way to fail is to try. For example, I've never failed at computer coding, because I haven't tried it yet. I have failed many times at scripture reading, keeping a clean home, crafting, parenting, cooking, praying, song writing, and yes, even now and then, I fail once more just trying to walk.
Everyone of those fails was once a try, and usually it turns into another try.
The only way to stop failing is to stop trying because if you never tried to begin with, you haven't failed.
I know I've heard this one a gazillion times, but today it was my epiphagin. (An epiphany that you've had before and then have again: epiphagin. I coined that one. :)