Many moons ago, a friend and I found ourselves, or rather her mother's prized caravan, stuck in the mud. We had missed a turn, and instead of backing out of the next drive way, my dear friend attempted a U-turn in the middle of a cow pasture.....The more gas she gave, the deeper we sunk into the mire and manure. At one point, I got out and gave the back end a good shove. Slinging mud and sarcastic commits didn't help the situation....We were in doo-doo.
She did what any responsible teenager would do, she called her dad. This was back in the day when cellular phones were larger than your head. I can still hear his voice on the line...We were in DEEP doo-doo (literally!)
Over the years, I've felt the same dread. The sense that, yet again, I'm in deep doo-doo. I frantically thrash and fight to free myself, only to make the situation worse. My only salvation comes when I surrender and let God lift me out. Lately, I've been thinking that maybe I'm not nearly as "stuck" as I feel. Maybe, silly girl, I'm right were He put me! Being "stuck" is a good thing when you have roots....and even manure has it's purpose. I'm flourishing!
Reagan, you are a very good writer!! Love your blog. Hope all is well.
ReplyDeleteThat was a fateful day. I was in deep doo doo! But your grandparents were so good to me.
ReplyDeleteLori, thank you. All is well!
ReplyDeleteJess, forgive me. I took some literary license.