Catch me when I fall

My daddy was the one who taught me how to ride a bike. It was eight, we'd had dinner, and I asked him to teach me. So, we went onto the road just outside my house.

He said: "Get on."
I said: "I'm scared."
He said: "I'll hold the bike."
I said: "I'm still scared."
So, he helped me on, looked me in the eye, and said there was nothing to be scared because he'd be holding on to me.

I fell a couple of times that night, but he was always right next to me attending to my scrape in an instant. Daddy couldn't catch me when I fell, but he'd always be there to look at my wounds.

My heavenly Daddy is different.

He can catch me when I fall, because He knows exactly when I'm going to fall. There are times He's caught me and held my hand to make sure I didn't fall.

But there are times when I stubbornly ignored His warnings and, of course, fell. Even though He was disappointed, He was always by my side immediately after each fall, trying to soothe the pain, comfort me, and help me to my feet.

"For I am convinced that neighter death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

I know that I'll be stupid, and stubborn and cause myself to fall again and again and again. But Daddy, please be there to help me up again, won't you?