When I was in grade school, there was a time when playing outside a recess had been delayed due to rain. The day we were finally aloud to go out and play, we all had our rain boots on because it was still muddy despite the sunny weather. I got seriously excited about playing in the mud puddles and began stomping through them. Then suddenly my foot got caught in the mud, and boy was it stuck! It was so stuck that the very good looking recess aid had to come pull me out. But much to his surprise, my boot was more stuck than it looked. So he picked me up right out of my boot, flung me over his shoulder and walked me down to the office. (My cheeks go so red, I thought they would stay like that for the week!)
As I was on my knees tonight, I began to process so much of the things that were going on with me. I was praying about being stuck in this place I am at. Stuck in certain situations that I pray about so much, but am still in. And God brought that story to mind. My feet are spiritually stuck in the mud right now. I don’t know how to help myself and I am stuck. But God is bigger than all that. My prayer now is that he pick me up out of the mud and lead me to greater things. To take me out of my sorrows of situations and free me from within.
