Mountains of faith rise from the valleys of failure. –Mart Dehann
Don’t hate your failures, learn from them.
This looks good on paper, but let’s face it, most of us hate failure. I know I do. I’m pretty tolerant of other people’s failure…it’s mine that I despise.
Failure is embarrassing, and what if people laugh at me…it’s happened before, and will probably happen again.
I guess that’s why it’s good to learn to laugh at ourselves. I’ve found laughter helps to ease the pain…and it lightens the mood of an awkward situation.
I like what’s written in Romans,
“We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, [failures] for we know that they are good for us–they help us to learn to endure. And endurance develops strength of character in us, and character strengthens our confident expectation…”
Now, I don’t believe God expects us to turn cartwheels over our failure, and he certainly understands our disappointment when we fail. It is for this reason–his understanding–that he seeks to encourage us in the midst of failure. God doesn’t kick us when we are down. He is our loving Father who picks us up when we fall, applies ointment to our skinned knees, pats us on the back, and whispers,
“…it’s okay my child…just keep keeping on…We’ve got this…”
Lately, I’ve been feeling God wooing me from my comfort zones, and it’s scaring me to death. I’m afraid I may goof up, look like an idiot, or a babbling fool.
And to that, it seems God is saying…
“You’re right, those things may happen…but so what…”
Looking at failure from that perspective takes away the pressure for perfection. It’s as if God is giving me permission to fail!
And…you know what? It feels good deep in my soul.
“God, I’m scared to death of what you are calling me to do, but I’m going to do it anyway; and if I fall flat on my face…I know it’ll be okay.”