[swing, swing]

I went rock climbing. Climbing the rock wall was more difficult than I thought it was. As I climbed up the wall, grabbing hold of whatever I could to get to the top faster, I realized that I was truly carrying my own weight.

And it was hard to climb the rock wall. You have to constantly be aware of where your arms are propelling you next, keeping your balance in check so you don't fly off the wall, and knowing where you feet should go.

At one point, I slipped. I lost my holding, and went flying.
But I didn't fall off the wall. I didn't even get hurt.
Because I was in a harness. Someone was attached to my rope, I watched him tie his rope to his own harness. When I slipped, I just went swinging.
As I was swinging, I got worried that I wasn't strong enough to grab ahold of the wall once more.
After all, I was only halfway up the wall.
But I did. I grabbed ahold of the smallest piece of holding that I could. I pulled my own weight towards the wall, and climbed the rest of the way up.

There's no clearer picture of the past few months of my life that I've had than that.
Sometimes, as we're climbing through life, we lose our footing. We slip, but we don't fall. We don't crash. We go swinging.
Until we find our holding again...

I will climb the rest of the way up.