This weekend we went to the Amor trip. (A missions trip to build houses, we went to Rocky Point, Mexico.) It was my dad, my sister, Raul, Kylie and I. Within an hour of getting to camp, Raul tripped over a water line and a geyser shot up into the air getting everything around us wet and a tent next to us was soaked. Everyone said "it happens every year." Then the next day we went out to the job site and my SUV got stuck in the sand, guess what? "It happens every year."
It got me to thinking. SO often I feel stuck in the sand. I want to go on, my heart desires to go where the Holy Spirit is telling it to, but so often I just stay stagnant. I stay trapped in the sand. I don't move on. Whether it is choices I make deliberately or it is just me being lazy, I stay in that sand. Even though I WANT to move on and I WANT to grow, I get comfortable in the sand. I nestle in there and get set into my usual schedule, my usual pattern. My counselor said that patterns don't like to be broken and it's true. Trying to go against the pattern is just like the tire spinning in the sand, the only way out is to have a bigger, stronger vehicle pull you out. How lucky I am to have a heavenly Father just waiting to bail me out, just waiting to hold me when I have dug myself in too deep. I too often go crying to people, and yes, they can give me great advice and comfort but it is never fully solved until I have gone to Him to be rescued.
Oh, dear Lord, rescue me from myself. Help me call upon you in times of trial. Pull me out of the sand, out of the muck of sin in my life.
Allysia
