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I don’t take failure sitting down. I usually take it facedown in a corner.
Missed a deadline and botched a media transfer this week… as in throw it away and start over botched. Nevertheless, there are countless other chances in which to succeed today. I wonder if my managers have a less potent memory when it comes to my failures than I do. God does. That’s the power of Jesus’ blood. Would I just admit the power it has? Lust is covered. Apathy isn’t in my past. Self-righteousness (as ineffective as it is anyway) doesn’t condemn me.
When my failures hit, it’s really alright - I’m weak. He is strong and that remains. Punt the ball and get ready for the return. He helps me gain solid field position more often than not.