I have failed at a lot of things in life.
But you know what they say- Failures lead to success. Right…? If that’s the case I should be successful in more things than I currently am.
But one of my biggest fears is failing as a parent.
The other night our youngest, Bennett, was pushing his dump truck and slipped, fell, and busted his lip.
Blood was everywhere. On me. On him. On his shirt.
In a fit of anger I grabbed the Dump Truck and tossed it outside. I wasn’t sure what else to do.
So I did what every man does when he is clueless about the kids- I called my wife.
In the panic of the moment I didn’t even give her time to answer before I said: “Bennett’s bleeding, it’s everywhere, and I don’t know what to do, get here quick…” Then I just hung up. (Have I mentioned I have a tendency to be a little overdramatic).
Looking back now that it’s over I realize it wasn’t the smartest course of action. My wife with calm and grace even let me know that. At the end of the day it was only a busted lip and Bennett was back to his normal happy self not to long afterwards.
In Life we will fail. That’s a fact. Sometimes we fail because we aren’t ready, or we don’t have the full knowledge of what we face.
“After his first mentor died, Luke Skywalker showed up to apprentice under Yoda. Luke thought he was hot stuff and cut his training short, which resulted in his hand getting cut off.”
The point is this- We will fail. We will fail as parents, as spouses, in business, and as writers. It’s not the fact that we fail that matters most- It’s what we do afterwards and who we turn to for guidance.
First I turn to God. I turn to His word. Seek counsel in the depths of Scripture.
But I also turn to my wife: She is my best friend, and the one person I trust more than anyone. She may not have all the knowledge I need for every aspect of life- But she has the encouragement and provides the support.
Who do you turn to when you’ve hit rock bottom…?