After a weekend of non stop spirit filled activity, rising this morning is slightly difficult. Welcoming a breezy morning of grey overcast, I sip my hot tea. It is nice to sit comforted by a fluffy cushion, after a weekend of being on my feet trotting and sometimes sprinting all over a large conference hotel. Going from carpet to slick floor in heels can be entertaining when your speed is going over 30. You may experience one of those” slip n stop” moves, you know the move where one heel starts to slip and you almost fall but over correct to a jerky stop, and then you quickly look around to see if anyone is looking. You start to straighten and realize there is no sound coming from your gaping hole of a mouth. But you are pretty sure you heard “holy Jesus” coming from somewhere. Closing your mouth you walk off quickly yet a little more guarded.  Not saying this did or did not happen to me this weekend, but this is what comes to mind this morning when I read Psalm 94:17-19 “Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence. When I said, my foot slippeth; thy mercy O Lord, held me up”.

Who Do You Call To When You Slip?