I know the way out…

I haven’t been blogging for very long. The experts say you lose most readers in the first paragraph, so it is important to have a strong opening. Tell a story your reader can relate to, they say. This is what makes them keep coming back for more. Kind of like a drug dealer (but not really).  Here is my story. So this guy is walking down the street….you know what, put a pin in that story. I must explain something first. I live in Texas. People here love a good story. To understand a good story you must understand the vernacular of the story teller. For example, here in Texas you don’t say “you all” you say “y’all”. Which means “you all”. Unless it is a lot of y’all, then it is “all y’all”, which means “all of you all”. Got it. That reminds me of when I moved to Texas from a little island in the Bahamas. It was very overwhelming. GPS was not the common thing like we have today, so asking for directions was the norm. It was a happy day when you stopped and you got an old guy who would start the conversation with “y’all folks lost? He would always help you out and would tell you to go past 4 stop signs, turn left by the gas station. If you go by the big oak tree with the tire swing you have gone too far. It would be a bad day when you got some young kid who would tell you to go 2.7 miles south by southeast….I stopped listening already. That old guy knew the way out. He had been there before. But the best part was he knew how to tell you how to get there in a way you would understand.

I love old hymns. My all time favorite line from my all time favorite hymn is from “What a friend we have in Jesus”. It goes : O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry, Everything to God in prayer. Very powerful stuff. It’s such a simple concept. God has been here before and he knows the way out. Somehow we mess this up (if you are like me you mess this up constantly). Some things are just too simple of a concept and I think that scares us. We believe it can’t be that easy. Like for example, you can distinguish an alligator from a crocodile by paying attention to whether the animal sees you later or in a while. Very simple. So is the decision to trust God. Maybe we don’t trust God as much as we should because we trust ourselves more. Maybe we feel we know ourselves best, and we can make the best decisions for us. Jeremiah 1:5 says Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Now that sounds like it came from someone we should be trusting. Today I choose to put my trust in the Almighty God. Sometimes I forget and start to trust myself. I lean on my own understanding. That is quickly corrected. Psalms 5:4 says: Show me the right path O Lord, point out the road for me to follow. Just like that old guy who’s been there before, and knows the way out.

Recalculating…recalculating…recalculating. Those words to me are so infuriating and frustrating. That is what we get from God when we continually try to do our own thing. Then we sit there and wonder why it’s not working out. Sometimes it is even things we believe that are good. Maybe you tried to open a business and it failed. Or you chose a space to serve in church and dread going there every Sunday. Proverbs 11:14 says where there is no guidance, the people fall. Most of us don’t like asking for help. Some of us ask for help and do not heed the wisdom that is given to us. Some of us ask for God’s help, we heed his wisdom, but decide to put a little bit extra on the back end. Now, we all know how much God needs our help in our decisions for our lives *sigh*. But I digress. I was supposed to tell a story at the beginning to get you hooked so you can read this blog post. I got a little distracted. Let’s take that pin out, here is my story. So this guy is walking down the street, when he falls in a hole. The walls are too steep and he can’t climb out. A doctor passes by, and the guy shouts up “Hey you, can you help me out?” The doctor writes him a prescription, throws it down in the hole, and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up “Father, I’m down in this hole, can you help me out?” The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then his friend walks by. “Hey Joe, it’s me can you help me out?” And the friend jumps down in the hole. Our guy says “What are you crazy? Now we are both down here!” The friend says, “Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.”

I’m sorry the hook to keep you reading came so late, but if you are still here reading I have a message. Don’t stay stuck in your situation. God can and he will help you. He will send you someone, a dream, a vision, maybe even a messenger pigeon if he as to. If you ask him he will help you get out.