Last night, I went skating with some friends. I don't know how to skate. I must have fallen down at least ten times, if not more. I was never on my own. There were always people holding my hand, cheering me on, showing me the best way to go by example, and when I would fall, they would flock to my side immediately to pick me back up. When I was brave enough to let go of their hands, they stayed beside me, encouraging me and staying close. I fell more when I was on my own, but they picked me up, offering words of praise and their hands to hold if I needed them again. By the end of the night, I could stand up on my own. They never left me on my own, though. They still helped me up once in a while, and even when I got discouraged, they lifted me up and pushed me on. Yes, my faith is a journey with my Beloved, but He still sends me incredible friends to help me through life as well, that will never let me stray or give up and pick me up when I fall down, even if I've learned to get up on my own.
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