Sometimes when I’m back from college, I go out and help with the children’s ministry at my church. This particular night, it was really pretty outside, so we decided to take the kids outside to play on the playground. The nursery happened to be out at the same time, and I started watching the youth pastor’s little boy. He’s an absolutely adorable, almost one year old, who just started walking about a week ago.
As I was watching him, he would take a couple of steps, wobble a little bit, and then fall over. Then he would get his legs back under him, grunt in frustration, and then stand back up. Once he got back up, he would smile like he was very proud of his standing ability, take a few steps, then topple back over, and the cycle would continue.
One thing always struck me, no matter how much he fell over and grunted in frustration, he always got back up. Always. I have to admit, it was pretty inspiring. Can you imagine what we could do if we had that kind of determination? If we kept getting back up despite the number of times we’ve fallen? If we chose to focus on the accomplishment of standing up again?
Personally, I think it would change everything.