The first knot that rock climbers are taught is the figure eight knot—because when you fall it only gets tighter.
That’s how I feel about my faith in God.
I’ve had my fair share of stumbles over my thirty years on this earth. Sometimes, I wince at just the thought of things I’ve said or done to people I love. But when I look back at all the hard times I’ve faced, I know that those are the times I’ve gotten closest to God.
When I caused a very deep rift with my parents, I went to talk to a priest.
When I was afraid of how motherhood would change me, I went to Cuapa.
When I felt my temperament spiraling out of control, I read religious books.
When I hit a rough patch in my marriage, I went to mass and prayed.
It’s hard to admit at times, but I’m grateful for the toughest things I’ve been through, strictly because they’ve brought me closer to God in a way that “good times” cannot. The farther I fall, the tighter the knot becomes.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once put it this way:
“I am a willow of the wilderness, loving the wind that bent me.”
Because God is for us, we bend, but we never break.