Something happened to me the other day that was both not-so-good and good.
After a heavy rain, I was driving home in my light pickup on an entrance ramp to a state highway and the back end of my truck began to swerve.
The swerving did not end until the truck did a 180 degree turn sliding into a muddy, grassy area between the highway and an access road.
I tried to get out, but the back tires spun hopelessly in the ditch.
When it all happened, there was no other vehicle in sight. I wasn’t injured, the truck was not damaged, but I was stuck facing the opposite way.
A towing company was called. The tow truck came an hour-and-a-half later, and shortly thereafter my truck was safely out of its predicament and I was on my way home.
Hopelessly Stuck Without God
As I reflected on the incident, it reminded me of my how my relationship with God began.
Many years ago, I was in a ditch, facing the opposite way, hopelessly stuck, when God pulled me out and put me on the right path.
I really don’t like the ditches of life, but since my relationship with God began I do wind up there from time to time. The good news is that each time I find myself in that predicament He pulls me out.
The lesson has been learned: I get hopelessly stuck without God.