She stumbled forward, slipping on the scree on the road
perhaps. As she went, she called out my name, but I was already grabbing an
arm, steadying her, preventing a fall. She flexed her ankle, thinking perhaps
it had twisted, but no, it was fine, and on we went.
It’s good to do life with friends. Sometimes they may slip,
sometimes I might, but when we walk with others, we fall less often.
It’s good to do life with Jesus. He never slips, but is a
constant support on whom I can lean. Today I step out with him, in the company,
too, of good friends, all walking each other home.
