Each time we fall we rise higher

How does it happen that when you think you are in free fall, and all the odds are against rising again, the wind of God lifts you up and sets you back on the mountaintop? Oh yes, the ways to fall are many, and the way down is fearsome indeed. There are many ways to feel pain. Between the closing of the eyes, and sleep, there can be violence inside. When the bearing of it seems to be more that can be borne, again the wind of God moves the darkness aside, easing the pain. What mystery is this, beyond the pills and other human concoctions, that opens the windows of heaven with a moment of deliverance. Wings. Wind. We are renewed like the eagles. We are lifted and soar, rising higher each time we fall, until finally we might catch a glimpse of the One who loves us. The One who is drawing us to himself, who will wipe the tears from our eyes, and make everything wonderful. We stand back in our place, keeping our eyes firmly fixed on where we saw Him last, our gaze sure that we will see Him again, confident that our struggle to rise will find it's zenith in His land. In His time. There is a place for us here, and there. When we find ourselves face down here, we can know we will be face down, before Him, up there. O happy day!