I just adore this joke told by a pastor I have the utmost respect for. Since I've heard it, I've reminded myself so many times that it doesn't matter what hardships I endure, I can get up, dust myself off and get back in the plane to reach new highs.
Each and every one of Gods children knows about hardships. Sometimes you can see it written in the lines of the wrinkles playing over a face. Sometimes it's so deep that it crisscrosses the heart with unseen scars. I faced a difficult childhood, emotional abusive relationship, the other sided of addiction and divorce. But when I glance at my past investigating the hardships I've been through, there is only one thing standing out like a red flashing beacon in the ocean of my life: the everlasting arms of
Luckily our spiritual parachute doesn't fail that easily. I love that God lifts me up to fly on new heights of hope in Him. Experience a different sense of the atmosphere around me.
A different view.
A new perspective.
He teaches me according to His word. Introducing me to fellow "skydivers" and venturing on new endeavors with Him.
I love that He gives me a colorful parachute of Hope and I can just ease my way into where He needs me.