... in a muddy puddle

Published on 23 Oct 2020
A child wearing rubber boots standing in a puddle

I came across an amusing sight whilst walking through the park the other morning.

A little child, no more than two or three years old, had raced down a slope on his scooter and was standing on it, marooned in a big muddy puddle at the bottom of the hill.
He was not frightened but just bemused and wasn’t sure how to get himself safely back onto “dry land.”
His immediate reaction was to call for his mum who gently and firmly lifted him up and placed him carefully on the concrete.
There were no harsh words of recrimination – just a little laugh and a reminder that next time he would need his wellingtons.
How often have I found myself like that child – bewildered and perplexed – not sure how I have ended up where I am?
And how glad I am that with complete trust, I can call on my parent God to lift me out of trouble and place me securely on the right path; with no angry words of condemnation but an amused reminder that next time if I were better equipped (with prayer maybe?) I could manage the situation.
In Psalm 40:2 it says: “He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”
This is where I found God today.