The other day Bandit the dog and I were waiting outside for a friend to stop by, when suddenly he went nuts! His nose hard at work, he made a bee line for the garage walk in door which happened to be propped open. Low and behold, hidden behind an old milk can was a small ground hog. Quick as a wink, I grabbed Bandit and took him back into the house. He was beside himself and barking his head off but was of no help at all. By then my friend showed up and I opened all the garage doors in hopes the frightened critter might just make a run for it.
No such luck.
When my friend and I finished our meeting, I decided Bandit was going to drive me mad as he was still barking and barking. I had to develop a plan; I didn’t want to turn him loose on the poor little guy – not only because I am a softie, but I know ground hogs have very sharp teeth and a trip to the vet with my dog was not on my agenda or in my budget. So, I recruited my husband from the farm shop and he grabbed a pitchfork to prod the little guy along.
Naturally, the first thing the scared little intruder did was run right under our upright freezer. Jay slid it out only to have him dart under my car, even though both garage doors and walk in doors were wide open. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he was making matters worse with each and every choice he made. The poor little thing was terrified, he couldn’t understand our language or appreciate we were trying to help set him free so he just kept running, in the wrong direction. Jay shooed him out from under the car and he ran under the work bench. Finally, getting the tines behind him, he was able to give him a gentle shove and off he went at a dead run out the big garage door and down the driveway to freedom.
I have found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. There were times when I would just hunker down while someone barked their head off at me until finally, God showed up and tried to help me but His help sounded like an altogether different language that I was too scared to understand so I just hunkered down in my little corner. I couldn’t appreciate that God was just trying to help set me free. Generally my troubles were due to my own bad choices but instead of heading in the direction of freedom I just kept running and hiding in all the wrong places. Luckily, He persisted, finally giving me a gentle shove (or a much needed kick in the pants) in the right direction
Friends, if you are in caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and The Good Lord is trying to help you, don’t run and hide, let Him. Let go of your self reliance and hold up the white flag of surrender; don’t just keep on running and hiding. Believe you me, you won’t regret it. Really, you won’t. ©
“The Spirit of the LORD God is upon me; because he hath appointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound. Isaiah 60:1 KJV
Be joy filled always,