...MUD!
Having a pack of dog at spring thaw can sometimes be nightmarish. Ugh!
I’m sure most of you have read
the poem footprints in the sand. You may even have a rendition of it hanging on
your wall. I’ll admit it is a moving and comforting reminder that God carries
us through our hardest trials in life. However
in this season of my life my terrain sure isn’t some white, spongy sand
on a picturesque beach…which is often what is depicted with this poem. Mine is
more like a stinky, shoe sucking mud right up to your knees, mucky marsh hole.
The kind of terrain that no matter how hard you try you find it impossible
not to get covered head to toe in mud.
But the beauty I have also found in all or this
is the end result is still the same. Jesus still comes at your muddiest
moments, scoops your slimy muddy self right up into His loving arms and
carries you right on through that shoe sucking mud up to your knees mucky marsh
hole.
Now
if I could only figure out how to be god to a pack of dogs and get them through
spring thaw....LoL
You got us laughing there!
ReplyDeleteAnd I thought muddy yards were yuck with 2 little one's. You've got a whole house full :)
Hugs,
Kim
They get very acquainted with the tub this time of year...lol
DeleteMud is the reason I really dislike spring. I grew up on a farm and got my boots sucked off many times in the cattle yard :)
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Anne
Oh yeah then you understand..lol
Delete