Failure invites us to pause, to regroup, to take stock, and to rest. In the sorrow, in the pain, in the deep, dark valleys we tend to find ourselves in, we are humbled, we are pensive, and we are undone. As a result, we tend to stop. But when we’re soaring up with the eagles? Well, who wants to come down from that? Here’s what happened to me: while I was crouched over, offering what I thought was a little merciful mouth-to-mouth to a dying church, the thing had the audacity to sputter, to come to