So far my Saturday Stories have been about moments where God shows up in unexpected places. Well, this Saturday Story is about what the phrase “young and dumb” looks like…in me.
STUCK IN THE MUD
It was back in 1977; I had my first pick-up truck. One day I decided to take it off the paved road through some trails. I had been on this particular trail before, but on a dirt bike. It had rained that week and my truck was only a two-wheel drive, but I felt confident I knew that trail well enough to stay out of trouble.
Things were going pretty well, I had made it through some rough parts of the trail when I came upon a place in the road that was covered in water. I stopped and looked at it carefully. I knew what this place in the road looked like when it hadn’t rained, so I decided on a course of action that would I felt would take me safely to the other side.
I really believed that if I backed up a bit and went through the right side of the mud hole I could get to the other side. I really believed I could get to the other side. So, I backed up a bit and moved full speed ahead. Now, I believed I was well on my way to the other side. About one-fourth of the way through I slowed a little but I kept on going, confident I was about to get to the other side.
About two-thirds of the way through, I found that my faith in my reasoning ability was wrong, seriously wrong. My truck came to a complete stop and would not move. No matter how hard I tried, I remained stuck in the mud. This was in the days before cell phones, so there I was, miles from the main road, and not another person in sight. My choice and my decision were seriously flawed even though my confidence was high. There I was on LaGrange Mountain, alone and stuck, unable to go any further, or even go back. It was the middle of the week and the likelihood of someone coming along in another truck was the same odds as a snowball’s chance in that certain place.
Just then I heard a dirt bike coming down the trail. Good news to me. Better news he stopped. Best news was he went back to get his truck and a chain and pulled me out of my created mess. Reflecting now on that “young and dumb” moment, I wondered why did this stranger decide to go riding that day? And of the many off-road trails, he ended up where I was stuck in the mud. Call me simple-minded and naive, but I think God may have been at work that day–even though I wasn’t aware of it.
The Moral Of The Story
Our choices and decisions can be…often are flawed. Without the right information that fits the situation we can end up where I was that day in 1977, stuck in the mud. But because of His Grace, God has already been at work. He’s ready for our “stuck in the mud” moments. It may not be as dramatic as a lone dirt bike rider who had his truck and chain ready to help, but God knows where we are, what we are facing–and best of all, He has a plan–and if we follow His plan, we get unstuck.
Addendum to my story: Once I got unstuck, I went back the way I came in and left that mud hole in my rear view mirror. I learned enough not to try that again! Allow God to help you make more than good choices, but the best choices of all.