Lost and stuck in the mud
“No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man; and God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will provide the way of escape also, so that you will be able to endure it.
1 Corinthians 10:13 (NASV)
By Bobby R. Henry, Sr.
While reminiscing on some of my past activities that were not well thought out, I cringed over some of the consequences that came from the lack of proper planning. I thought about the time that I got my daddy’s car stuck in a field of mud.
In a hurry to get to what appeared to be an ideal spot for a group of mischievous boys to have some unsupervised fun, we unexpectedly found ourselves in one heck of a mess.
Faster than a bluegill striking a fly we came to a dead stop. The halt was so abrupt and with such a force, I could have sworn that my friends in the backseat heads had just transformed into yoyos.
As if both of them were Marvel Comic characters of Mr. Stretch, their necks and heads left their bodies and flew back into place as if nothing happened.
Me and the guy in the front, like bobble head dolls, kissed the windshield at least 20 times!
After we examined ourselves and concluding that we were yet still alive with all our body parts attached and in working order- that old proverbial question popped up-WHAT HAPPENED!?
As we exited the car at a snail’s pace for fear of what we might find, we had no clue to what our next calculated move should be.
So, quite naturally we got back into the car and began to restart the car, put it in drive and mash the gas pedal.
Well, I guess you know what happened next-the car sank deeper into the mud. We tried putting the car in reverse and accelerating more. The more we accelerated, the more profound the car dug itself into this bottomless pit of absolute hell.
Now the other proverbial question arose when other people are involved- WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO!?
We were all in this together I thought, but now all of a sudden it’s all on me. I felt misplaced, thrown away and downright stupid.
How could someplace that seems so right for some fun with friends turn out to almost be our Alamo?
Aside from the obvious, there was a lot to be learned from this mishaps: Know who your friends are, what looks good ain’t always good and what appears to be a rock-solid plan just might be an adventure filled with more holes than a fishing net.
We gave it a gallant effort along with about four gallons of sweat, eight blistered hands, 40 broken and chipped fingernails, four ruined pairs of tennis shoes, pants and shirts, not to account for the time wasted to get that car from out of the mud. Needless to say we had to call a tow truck to pull that car out.
Life can be like that you know, feeling as if you are stuck in the mud, all dirty, frustrated, abandoned and unqualified to be given another opportunity to get cleaned up and make it right.
Thank God for being a Tow truck that can rescue us from anything and any situation, no matter how deep we may be in the mud and how much filth may cover us.
“On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, to keep me from going under I hold on to his hand and why He does it I do not understand. All I know is that I’m grateful to be in God’s plan.”
— Bobby R. Henry, Sr.