For though a righteous man falls seven times, he rises again, but the wicked are brought down by calamity. -Proverbs 24:16 (NIV)
My life feels like a three-ring circus. This thought crossed my mind today, and not for the first time.
And by a circus, I don’t mean the fun kind – the Barnum and Bailey kind, where lions are tamed and acrobats swing skillfully from one trapeze to the next. I mean the little girl in her backyard pretending she can juggle with fire and ride a unicycle – but the fire is real, and the unicycle is tall and she has no helmet. That kind of circus usually ends up with burns and blood, and a little girl wondering why on earth she thought she could perform like that in the first place.
There might be some people who do a great job of managing chaos in a graceful way, maybe even transforming it into order as they go.
I am not one of those people.
