I lift up my eyes to the mountains anticipating help. Psalm 121
I tripped and fell on a crack in the sidewalk. I scraped my knee and ruined my new pair of Calvin Klein sheer silky taupe pantyhose. I lay on the ground anticipating my next move.
I looked up.
A twenty-something, dressed-for-success man offered me his hand and lifted me up.
He then proceeded to gather the scattered contents of my feminine purse: lip gloss, hand lotion, Kleenex tissues, Trident Bubblegum, and a Chanel make-up compact case with the mirror now broken into tiny fractions. He handled each item with the care of a jeweler counting his diamonds.
There will always be cracks in the road. You will not always see them. Even if you detect them, you may not be able to avoid them. Pavement buckles from the heat. The earth shifts gradually and invisibly.
Chances are the cracks will find you off balance. Pray for diamonds in the sky. Look up.
The fall is temporary if you fall upward!