Sometimes, life is muddy...

So, this morning I was reading in Jeremiah, how Jeremiah, a prophet sent by God to warn His people, is rejected and sent to spend some time in a pit, and the way my version of the Bible reads is: "And there was no water in the cistern, but only mud, and Jeremiah sank in the mud."

To me, this presented a feeling of hopelessness and despair, but we read in the next few verses that God raises up an Ethiopian eunuch, to rescue Jeremiah where he was surely going to starve to death. Jeremiah then goes back into the king's presence and repeats the same message he has said before, only this time the king trusts Jeremiah, and protects his life.

How many times in my life have I felt like I should be spared some horrible tragedy, or that uncomfortable things should not happen to me, because I belong to God? The truth is, sometimes I suffer because of my walk with Jesus, sometimes, the world is truly a foreign place, and my spirit knows that it does not belong here and the world will refuse to accept my message. I read stories like this one, and find courage, that if a man like Jeremiah had to spend some time in the mud, while following the heart and call of God, my time in the mud will hopefully be profitable too.

As long as I stay true to my message and Savior...