ceej-webb
Flailing, falling, the feeling (terrifying) of absolute loss of control that comes whenever I ignore God.
Ancient. Owed honor, reverence. Our grandparents.
Stretching, groaning, whimpering, standing tall at the end of it all as you realize the worst of it has passed. The best part? Your success wasn't even up to you. Someone else carried you through the muck and mire of horrible situations you never imagined yourself in, and you've grown into a miracle because of them.
Everybody has someone they know that likes to make grandiose claims. But maybe, just maybe, these ideas or more real than we like to imagine.