Sometimes, life is like this image. Sometimes, days are sideways, bruised, an ink bottle overturned on unwanted words, our hearts, weighted. We crawl. Perpendicular. To get to the right path. The one God wants us on. And it's hard. I know. I have scrapes in my knees too.
But even on these days, when my hands are dirty and I am tired, I will remember that my strength comes not from myself, but from the One who knows each our paths, and loves us at each our ever moment.