Oops is inevitable. And will happen to all who live life. The question is how to relate with oops.
There are times and seasons where oops is held in check. But oops may also nag. Even provoke. And continue to nip at the heel.
Oops. The keys are locked in the car. An appointment is missed. An anniversary is forsaken. I stepped in something unbecoming. That pothole noise… again.
Oops. I let the day go by without sharing my love. My prayer. My gifts. My smile. My all.
Oops. The uncharged phone. The milk stays on the counter well after the cereal is consumed. The dogs will need to double-up on this meal. Are you sure my tags are expired?
Awkward and oops tend to share the same living quarters.
Sometimes we respond to oops with laughter. But other moments are filled with shame and oppression. Or sadness. Regret. A throat sinking to the bottom of the stomach.
Oops may only affect my own life. But most often impacts the world around me. For oops has an interesting way of sticking with its target. Shaping and molding in ways unseen. Oozing outward, often without notice.
While one oops may be heavier than another, they both will sneak up at some point. And a second time. And again.
And while all should strive to prevent the foolhardy oops, not all are successful. It is in this critical moment that sufficient grace be called upon. First with the self. Then with oops in the other. Amen.
There are times and seasons where oops is held in check. But oops may also nag. Even provoke. And continue to nip at the heel.
Oops. The keys are locked in the car. An appointment is missed. An anniversary is forsaken. I stepped in something unbecoming. That pothole noise… again.
Oops. I let the day go by without sharing my love. My prayer. My gifts. My smile. My all.
Oops. The uncharged phone. The milk stays on the counter well after the cereal is consumed. The dogs will need to double-up on this meal. Are you sure my tags are expired?
Awkward and oops tend to share the same living quarters.
Sometimes we respond to oops with laughter. But other moments are filled with shame and oppression. Or sadness. Regret. A throat sinking to the bottom of the stomach.
Oops may only affect my own life. But most often impacts the world around me. For oops has an interesting way of sticking with its target. Shaping and molding in ways unseen. Oozing outward, often without notice.
While one oops may be heavier than another, they both will sneak up at some point. And a second time. And again.
And while all should strive to prevent the foolhardy oops, not all are successful. It is in this critical moment that sufficient grace be called upon. First with the self. Then with oops in the other. Amen.