It was summertime in the 1960’s and as was normal me, my brother DeWayne and our cousin Laurie who lived next-door loved playing outside and adventuring together. We were in our backyard when we spotted our doghouse. Now, I can’t remember who made the suggestion but one of us decided it would be a great idea if we all went in the doghouse. I’m sure we were thinking it would make a wonderful fort. So, one by one we followed each other in. Crammed inside tighter than Vienna Sausages in a can, we suddenly realized we couldn’t move which meant –we couldn’t get out!
You never heard such yelping and hollering and crying. Oh Lord, we screamed and carried on until finally our mommas heard us, but they couldn’t get us out. We were stuck in there tight and by now we were all hot and sweaty and panicking! They had to call our Daddys who came and quickly rescued us by taking the roof off the doghouse. Hooray! We were saved!
I don’t know about you, but there have been plenty of times I have needed to be rescued. I have gotten myself in more tight places than I would like to admit. Many times, because of my own doing and sometimes simply because I followed the wrong path. Fortunately, I have been able to find hope in knowing my heavenly Father was always there for me. Isn’t it wonderful that God’s hand of mercy can reach us anywhere we are. His love can deliver us out of whatever situation we may be in. We simply have to call out to him.
Psalm 116
I love the Lord, for he heard my voice;
he heard my cry for mercy.
Because he turned his ear to me,
I will call on him as long as I live.