The Pit He Found Me In

When I consider the pit He found me in, study its walls, the quality of its surface and contents; when I view the harvest of my actions that fill the pit, the harm of my love, the harm of my innocent children, the harm upon their futures- which may as well be a physical violence, both bodily harm and betrayal of the safety and security I promised to always be- when I study that and feel its weight, I remember this is the state my Savior found me in.

I was mired, unmoving- filth staining my tattered clothes; that is when He looked on me. That is when compassion filled His eyes and love brought Him down to me. When I was yet covered in dirt. While I lay broken, stuck, and useless.

He said “I understand, I have walked this earth too.”

“My Lord, I have sinned against You! Leave me and let me drink the cup I have rightly earned.”

Freeing my encumbered feet He said “I am for you, I am with you, and I love you.”

He picked me up, He pulled me free. Inch by inch He lifted me to solid ground. He gave me rest for a time but then we began to walk and He ensured every faltering step became strong.

As we walked the path ahead, the remnants of old yet garnishing my garments reminded me of my former dwelling, spurring a swivel of my head to look back but words arrested my head in place:

“You cannot see what is already gone.”

Turning back to look at Him I saw how He had begun to clean each stain one by one. Venturing forward, now made whole, striding in vestments unblemished with gait both strong and sound, He yet ensures each foot fall lands true and on the bedrock of His richness.

When I now prove too proud to suffer I remember my pit and study its contents, but only to remember how He freed me of it.

Forevermore.