Muddling our way through Lent, we’re almost half way done. Easter is just 3 & 1/2 weeks away(!) …but yesterday (another dreary rainy day) i got stuck in a mud puddle funk.
It happens. Mud happens (especially when it rains.) Sludgy mud that makes oozy mud puddles. Like this duck, sometimes we want to waddle in our mud puddles. It’s convenient. Doesn’t require much movement or energy (like to get our minds & tushis in gear to find something better to wallow in?)
Ok, so sometimes maybe we don’t WANT to wallow in mud puddles, but we’re stuck. Can’t see our way out. All those negative tapes in our heads keep hitting ‘replay’ – down, down, down we go into the depths of the mud, our minds pushing us into stickin’ thinkin’ of all that’s gone wrong with us, to us, in us.
Mud. Mud. Mud….
The thing about Lent, we need to nourish our hearts & minds & spirits with sparkling mercy & grace flowing from the wounds in Christ’s hands, His feet, the lashes on His back, the thorn marks on His head. Jesus can lift us out of the mud… but we’ve got to do our part. We’ve got to stop splashing in the mud puddles where we are & let Christ lead us to the shores of new lakes, where His love will carry us through whatever waves may come.
Yes, it may be hard to leave our shallow mud puddles where it’s easy to paddle & there’s no risky depth to manage … but Jesus wants us to go deeper with Him, in Him, for Him.
“He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.” (Psalm 40:2)
grace, peace & mud puddle management
Virginia : )
p.s. Isn’t it grand that God’s mercy is new every morning? That we are ‘Something Somebodies’ & not ‘nothing nobodies’ in His eyes? Full on precious, like diamonds, in His sight? And isn’t it grand, that diamonds are hard to crush? Just ‘sayin, something to think about (2 Corinthians 4 –‘we may be hard pressed on every side, but not crushed...’)