You pick me up when I fall.

 You Pick Me Up When I Fall

A Reflection on Psalm 37:24 and Proverbs 24:16

You pick me up when I fall—not with a scolding or a shove,

But with the gentle, patient hands of everlasting love.

You do not stand at a distance, watching me stumble in disgrace.

You run to where I lie, and You lift me to Your embrace.

Though the righteous fall seven times, they rise again. (Proverbs 24:16)

I fall—in my pride, in my fear, in my secret, silent shame.

I fall when I forget Your name, when I play the blaming game.

I fall on the rocky path, in the tangled, thorny ground.

But every time I hit the dust, Your mercy wraps around.

You pick me up—not because I deserve a second chance,

But because Your grace is greater than my wayward, reckless dance.

You do not ask for promises I cannot keep or make.

You simply hold me steady, for my own weary sake.

Though he stumbles, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with His hand. (Psalm 37:24)

So I will not fear the falling—for the falling is not the end.

It is the place where I remember that You are my dearest Friend.

You pick me up, You dust me off, You set me on my way.

And in Your strength, I rise again to greet another day.

Thank You, Lord, for picking me up—

Not once, but every time.

You are my hope, my steady rock,

My love, my life, my rhyme.

Amen.