I fall and I get up. I smile and I cry. I win and I fail. I conquer and, at times, am vanquished.
One thing remains the same. There is one constant in my life that is steadfast and unmovable, an ever-burning flame of hope.
It is simply this. My creator is the constant rock of my life. He alone is able to pick me up when I fall, wipe my tears when I weep, bless me in spite of my failures, and declare me more than a conqueror when I feel I have lost the battle.
It is you, God. You are the constant presence in my life. In you, there is no failure.