Yesterday in the message on failure, I talked about how God doesn’t call us by the name of our failure. I recounted how my son poked a bunch of holes in our leather seat in our Explorer when he was around 2. Whenever I talk to him I don’t call him hole poker.
Failure can be difficult. And shaking the trauma of failure can be difficult. But God is the first one to forgive us, restore us and pull us through. If only we wouldn’t hold on to those old failures, replaying them in our mind, and paralyzing us from taking another risk, another step.