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Time In The Mud




He brings you new life.

I never fully knew what that signified when I was younger. I understood that you make the decision to follow Jesus and try your best to be like Him. I wouldn’t truly grasp what new life meant until I had felt the weight of being right in the mud. How incredible and such a blessing is that you can be so full of shame and guilt and suffering, and He can come along and wipe it all away. Clean your slate and make you new. How fortunate are we that we have a Father that loves us that much?

It is said that He creates beauty out of ashes. That He can take something so torn apart and worn and make it bloom. That’s what He did with my muddy self.

I do not remember how i had got there to start with. It did not feel right...It did not look right. I knew better. I had to find my way out but i did not know how.

In life, almost all of us have “muddy” moments - moments when we experience pain or trials that are deep and thick and so very hard to maneuver when we struggle through situations with obstacles in our way. Our pain can bury us. The trials can overwhelm us. And when we finally make it out of the mud, we look nothing like we did before.

Being raised Christian I had had enough of church, i desired to make my own ruling not influenced by parents. 

A foolish son is a grief to his father, And bitterness to her who bore him. (Proverbs 17:25)

Being a great disappointment to my folks. I moved out and moved in with him. Eschewing from them for months I knew I had flunked them big time. None the less still standing defiantly right in my recommendations.

The Party.

It is not for kings, O Lemuel, It is not for kings to drink wine, Nor for princes intoxicating drink. (Proverbs 31:4)

Life was happening. Partying was my second name. A party without my presence was not much of an occasion. Most club bouncers knew me as a regular. Until when he no longer wanted to hang around with me during his many escapades...

Presumably I was starting to get boring...or perhaps old or so i thought. I remember one of my mom’s many sayings that the beautiful ones are not yet born.

My son, hear the instruction of your father, And do not forsake the law of your mother. (Proverbs 1:8)

Reality started hitting home. The insults. The Physical abuse. The emotional abuse. Why was I still staying. I thought I was in love. I wanted the relationship to work but how can love hurt so much?

A wise son makes a glad father, But a foolish son is the grief of his mother. (Proverbs 10:1)

Devastated, hurt and ashamed I knew I had to swallow my pride and face reality. It was time to go back home.

The Overdose.

There is a way that seems right to a man, But its end is the way of death. (Proverbs 14:12)

I thought he would come for me or perhaps to beg me back to him. He did not. the shame was too much to bare. What were my friends going to think? What were my neighbors going to think? Probably I would cause attention on myself and he would have come. I wanted him to come. I called asking him to come so we could talk. He still did not come.

I knew what would just bring him by. I overdosed. Alone in the house I slowly slipped into a comma. 

It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassion fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
(Lamentation 3:22-23)

Mercy said No through my foolishness. Alone and In the nick of time a good neighbor found me... and was rushes to the hospital. I stayed in a comma for 7 days and woke up on the 8th. What was more embarrassing is that he still never came then...or ever after.

I tried to hide myself because I felt so ashamed. I blamed myself that it had happened. It was my fault that I had allowed someone to take a hold of my young mind and take advantage of my soft heart. That it was completely my fault. I was estranged from my friends and alone inside myself. I fell apart. I had no one to turn to. I felt so judged and picked apart, I felt so alone, and pushed all of it deep down inside myself and prayed that I would forget it all had ever taken place...

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