Once my son and nephew were searching for treasure. They got so enthralled in their quest, the little guys dug a hole so deep, they got stuck in it. I was outside with them the entire time. While they were digging, I was watching. I knew what was going to happen. I even told them what was going the happen, but they were content to dig deeper and deeper…until they realized they couldn’t get out of the hole in the ground. I, then, just had to shake my head sadly and offer them a hand.

It doesn’t escape me that I have often done the same thing. Maybe not physically, but definitely more than once spiritually, I’ve been the one who’s  down in the hole. Perhaps I don’t hold a physical shovel, but, nonetheless, I was digging. At times, I am so invested in the pit– what’s under the next bit of dirt? Where is it going? I get distracted. I can’t give up. I don’t stop until I realize I’m stuck down in a hole.

Corrie Ten Boom once said, “There is not pit so deep, that God’s love is not deeper still.” Thank God for that.

I wonder sometimes if God is just shaking His head and sighing as watches me. I bet He says…”Look, there she goes digging again.”

David wrote in Psalms,  “I waited patiently for the LORD; And He inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, And set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: Many shall see it, and fear, And shall trust in the LORD. Psalm 40:1-3

I am so grateful for God’s love, and so thankful that He has more than once lifted me out of a pit of my own making.