We can’t turn left or right without hearing how deeply life sucks now. Yup, I said it. Whether it’s the economy, the weather, the Mississippi flooding, an adulterous or lecherous leader, we hear and read it. We learn how families torture one another and teachers lose jobs. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
For many of us, it’s as if we’re standing still watching the flood waters slowly move in underfoot and surround us. Progressively it rises and covers our ankles, we’re stunned. Still we stand there.
The yuck moves its way up to knee level. We look around and see others in the same predicament just as stuck as we are. We become convinced we can do nothing. We rest where we are.
We know the sludge continues but assume it will stop at some point and we’ll deal with it then. The grime and stench overwhelm us, but what can we do, what can anyone do?
The yuck continues and continues until it approaches chin height. Why did this happen? Who decided we weren’t meant to live happy, smooth, beautiful lives?
We resent our situation, but dumb-founded we stay. We find calm in the fact that this is the end as we know it. We resolve ourselves to a life of gunk and lose hope of change.
Before it reaches lip level, we can decide not to swallow the grimy yuck. It’s time to swim and ask for help. This isn’t your Grandma’s backyard pool, it’s disgusting. But if the Mythbusters can swim through syrup, we can do this.
If we choose.
If you noticed, we had choices all along the way. You felt it as you read. We could have sought higher ground, we could have helped others, we could have admitted and accepted change, but we made choices earlier, and here we find ourselves.
What choice is left?
Realizing whose strength surpasses the flood, we can go directly to the source of wisdom, strength and courage, God. When the grime of life attempted to drop itself down Israel’s King David’s throat, he chose this approach:
“But I pray to you, LORD, in the time of your favor; in your great love, O God, answer me with your sure salvation. Rescue me from the mire, do not let me sink; deliver me from those who hate me, from the deep waters. Do not let the floodwaters engulf me or the depths swallow me up or the pit close its mouth over me.” Psalm 69:13-15
We cannot face life’s challenges alone. Our capacity to understand and thrive limit our ability to move. He feels no limits by that which He created, and only He can see the light He provides in the dark tunnel of our lives. Praying to and trusting Him is not a cop-out or survival technique, it’s an exercise in muscle-building which enables us to swim.
Please share your struggle by taking this poll. I’ll be praying for each of you. Thanks for trusting me with your grime.
- For flood victims, life is tedious waiting game (seattletimes.nwsource.com)
- CNN Student News – Flooding, Levees, and Snakes (freetech4teachers.com)