“Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” Those words were written on a small 3 x 5 index card and held by a small magnet to the door of the Marshall family’s refrigerator. They were penned by Maria Marshall, the mother, and intended for the eldest of her three sons, who was despondent over having been expelled from school for a rather minor offense. A short time later Mrs. Marshall was murdered. Her story was later told in a book entitled “Blind Faith.” I read that book decades ago. The murder occurred on the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey in 1984. Though I long ago forgot much of the story, I never forgot the words she penned on that little index card They are quite scriptural, you know. Our greatest glory does not lie in our never falling, but in rising every time we fall. Those words have served me well down through the years.
I put Satan on notice many years ago that he might succeed in knocking me down from time to time, even flat of my back, but I would arise each and every time and get back in the race.
“Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy. When I fall, I shall arise; when I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light unto me. I will bear the indignation of the Lord, because I have sinned against Him, until He plead my cause, and execute judgment for me. He will bring me forth to the light, and I shall behold His righteousness” (Micah 7:8-9).