In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength. Isaiah 30:15
Ever wanna be alone? Just for a minute or two?
(I’m assuming you said yes.)
Today I tried for a minute…not even two…and it was a disaster.
It was a wet and dreary day with ice, sleet and snow in the forecast so our schools let out early today. It had been a long week with little sleep… a long day with little quiet… and I had a few minutes before I needed to be home so I thought I’d take a ride on one of my favorite roads, pull over and look at the river for a few minutes. Have a moment of quiet all by myself.
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Psalm 23:1-3
Its either been snowing or melting, sleeting or freezing, or just plain raining for weeks, so there are puddles, mud, and slush everywhere.
After pulling in, I decided to turn around so I could face a better direction. I did a wide turn in my Suburban which usually is no problem, but for some reason I went a little bit (truly a little bit) into the grass. I thought no big deal, but it was.
I slid. And I slid some more. Right into a massive amount of mud!
I still thought, “No big deal. I have 4-wheel drive.”
Nope. Stuck, sinking, and sliding.
My little trip to pull myself together for a minute was becoming a fall apart moment instead.
Definitely not the plan.
I called a friend who offered to come pull me out, but it was a huge inconvenience and I desperately didn’t want to be the damsel in distress.
I just wanted to get out of the mud.
Thankfully! God provided a Good Samaritan who offered to drive my car and get me out of my messy situation. When I got in my car, I didn’t stay to look at the river. I left. My alone time was officially finished.
What a disaster.
Sometimes I’m baffled by the way things go. And I feel so very sorry for myself.
Lately, as I step away from my situation a bit (like right now), I feel like a complete goof.
So I didn’t get a minute to look at the water…but boy did it upset me.
I think I also realized that as much as I want to be a woman who can handle it all, I can’t.
I was acutely reminded of that as I slipped and slopped in the mud.
When I called my friend I felt so badly, but I didn’t have another idea. I had no idea how to get out of the mud. I thought surely I can be instructed on how to do this and get myself out. Nope. Not that smart.
I had to rely on the kindness of strangers. God is good to be sure.
And up until just this minute, I have focused on how dumb I feel for even getting into my muddy predicament and how miserable I feel about the loss of my minute alone.
But I just thought about how at just the right moment, God provided someone to help me.
How often does that happen?
I will tell you…He provides me with help as often as everything falls apart.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling. Psalm 46:1-3
I wish He would prevent things from being messy, but that’s part of my growing up in my faith. All the mess makes me rely on Him.
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
So maybe being a little bit helpless is okay…I get to see God’s provision. I get to see God’s grace for me when I feel sorry for myself. I get to see God provide hope when I feel absolutely hopeless. I get to feel God’s comfort when I cry tears of sorrow or frustration. I get to see God use everything in my life for my good.
Even muddy messes, deep puddles, and messed-up alone time.
Likewise, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:26-28