the beauty of trying again
There is something beautiful and harrowing about failure. It tests your resolve and belief in yourself. This all happens after the failure has sunk in. In the immediacy of the sting all seems hopeless. Not only have I led a failed business before but not one but two doomed churches. The reasons each did not work are as varied as the imagination, yet each one hurt in their own way. To see ones dreams and/or purpose down down in flames is a difficult but necessary process. Each time the failure feels more and more egregious, surely one could’ve found themselves in a situation bordering on success by now. That inner critic works over time when failure is near, but rarely do we talk back. The enemy knows we are fragile inside and out. Our resolve can be broken by failure but nly if we refuse to see any further possibility.
Life grows and changes course many times a day, yet like the motion of the earth we rarely notice. Only when the turbulence of transition is at its greatest do we stop and take stock of how far we’ve come. Here are a few practices that I’ve held close that encourage me to go forward when all I want to do is sit still and sulk. One gratefulness, remember when I just mentioned the look back?It should remind us of God’s provision and faithfulness despite our many mistakes and missteps. Two, remember your passion. God has made you unique in the first place and it is in this unique drive that contains all of the motivation we’ll ever need. Three, take heart in the fact that you have found a method and/or vehicle (business, non-prof) that maybe did not work in the way you first conceived it. That does not cement impossibility. There are a million ways to success and sometimes it is resilience that get to choose.
