The Wall

I have a little annoying habit.  I can turn almost anything into a song.  And I sing it.  To the displeasure of those around me.  The hubs calls me a walking Disney movie.  I even wrote a song about remembering to put your name on your paper.  My poor Hubs is subject to songs galore.

So a song has been going through my head all day.  "I fought the wall and the wall won.  I fought the wall and the wall won." 

Give me a minute.

I had to clean out the laundry room of our clean clothes. I placed them in the clothes basket in our bedroom.  Little Bit was sorting through them getting her clothes out and tossed some hangers here and there.  I've been a wee bit busy and have not had a chance to clean up after her.  So this morning there were still hangers on the floor at the end of the bed, my personal walking space out of the bedroom.  

This morning I had to go back into my room to grab something when I stepped on one of the strewn hangers.  The hanger broke and slipped under my foot.  My foot decided it wanted to slip as well.  I believed I could fly.  I was wrong and landed head first into a brick wall.  

I screamed.  I may have cried.  A lot.  The hubs came running into the room.  "Wife?!"  "I'm here, on the floor." "Get up!"  "I can't." Through sobs, I slowly got up with his help.  Sitting on the bed, holding my head, The Hubs gets me ibuprofen.  

My head was burning where I hit.  Vision in my left eye was slightly off.  I was dizzy.  But mostly in immense amounts of pain.  My foot hurt from the hanger.  My head hurt from the wall.  

I fought the wall and the wall won.  I fought the wall and the wall won.  

See, here's the thing.  The wall is an immovable object.  I'm not huge into science, but I do know that if my head runs into an immovable object, the immovable object will not move.  Instead, I will have a bump on my head and the wall will not be affect at all.  

So I have walking around with a huge headache all day.  And of course a song.  "I fought the wall and the wall won.  I fought the wall and the wall won."

Here's the thing.  I fell.  I got hurt.  I didn't think I could get up, but I did.  I needed help, but I got up. I didn't let the fall keep me down.  

Proverbs 24:16 says, "For a righteous man may fall seven times and rise again, but the wicked shall fall by calamity."  

That's right.  The righteous fall and get up each time.  They do not allow things to keep them down.  Not sins or shortcomings.  Not hurtful words or rumors.  Not enemies or backstabbers.  Not even a wall.  I can tell you that I felt like staying down after my head hit the wall.   But I was able to get up, with help.  That's part of the key.  With help.

There are times you are going to fall.  We live in a sinful world.  Perfection has not been reached, yet.  But when you fall, get up again.  Ask God for help to get up.  Do not stay down.  Not by might, nor by power, but by His Spirit.  Get up again.  I got knocked down, but I got up again.  I'm not going to let this world keep me down.  Not even a wall.  But this is only possible By God's Amazing Grace.