As children, we often played cowboys and Indians and during one of these times, I decided to crawl through a storm culvert. As I climbed in, I could see the other end. My thoughts were that I would crawl through the storm culvert and continue on down the stream bed, sneaking up behind my unsuspecting siblings.
I put my arms out in front of me and began to snake my way through. This was a pretty tight fit, I thought. As I neared the middle I could not move. Panic arose almost instantly. I was stuck and stuck good. Claustrophobia seeped in almost as quickly.No longer did winning seem to matter. I screamed for my brothers. Fortunately, the owner of the farm was there and he helped drag me out. They pulled on my feet and I just lay there. How embarrassing!
I have often said, “God will pull you through if you can stand the squeeze.” There have been many times in my life where my words ensnared me and there was no simple exit brought about by a kind farmer. The farmer’s name was Mr. King. Ironic, that the King should save me, even as Mr. King did when I was 5 years old. If I have learned one thing, experience is a great teacher, though not always that fun.
So many of us “climb”into things that we can not get out of on our own. In times like this, it is nice to know the King is there.
And as a side note…always remember that there is “light” at the end of the tunnel.