Years ago my brother met me in Cape Town for a visit to South Africa we’ll never forget.
We zoomed all around Cape Town and the Western Cape enjoying beautiful scenery, amazing people, yummy food and incredibly lovely wine.
One memorable day in Hermanus we saw over 30 whales!
We also had the opportunity to visit Groot Constantia, South Africa’s oldest winery (established 1685) and sample their lovely wine.
It’s an absolutely beautiful place, even on a cool rainy day.
In the parking lot we saw this duck wallowing in a mud puddle, even though beauty abounded all around.
Today I got to thinking, maybe we’re sometimes like this duck? Entrenched in mud, stuck. Making an occasional splash here and there, but with our beaks immersed in mud oblivious to the wonder of possibility around us.
We’re drinking mud puddle on the rocks when we could flap our way (just a few steps) to sip lovely wine.
Mud can be many things: stinkin’ thinkin’ that we’re just nothing nobodies, fears that trap us in mud because it’s what we know, failures that zap our try again momentum, or behavior and excess baggage we know has to go. Like, now!
“What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.” George Elliot
Here’s the thing. In God’s eyes we are precious somebodies, worth something HUGE: Love, God’s love, the kind that helps us hope, helps us cope.
Why do we keep swallowing mud puddle on the rocks – “I’m not, I can’t deal with this, why bother trying” – instead of letting faith and God’s love feed our hope? Help us cope?
To accept the mud in our circumstances, but not wallow in it. To open ourselves to the wine of God’s love that’s here for us, in us, no matter how much mud we splatter. To look up from the mud and believe we are precious somebodies, valued and valuable.
We might flap around and falter a bit, but if we stop drinking mud puddle on the rocks and start savoring Love(ly) Wine we may find our way (with God’s help) through the mud into pastures green and fine.
“GOD lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. GOD set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.” (Psalm 40:2)
grace, peace & mud puddle management
Virginia : )
“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.” J.R. R. Tolkien