The Pit

Without warning his foot lost its way and he felt himself falling. He put his hands out, bracing for the ground, but where the ground should have been his hands passed through air and he kept falling. Darkness quickly consumed the light and as he fell he could feel sharp cuts lance his skin as he grazed the sides of the pit that he was falling into. As jarring collisions continued to beat and batter him he began to wish he would finally hit the bottom and end this torture. He hoped the bottom would end him so that he wouldn’t have to live with the pain of all of the injuries he was enduring. With a bone shattering thud he hit the bottom and consciousness was lost to him.

He awoke to what felt like knives lodged in every part of his body. He opened his eyes, but darkness was all that he could see. He tried to rub his eyes to see if he could adjust to the dark, but as he tried to pull his hands to his face sharp pains shot up his arms from every bone. His arms were shattered. He tried to move his legs and the sensation was so devastating that he couldn’t lift them even a little. Tears began to fall down his cheeks as he began to try to cry for help.

“Help. Someone. Anyone?” He tried to shout, but a whisper was all his broken ribs could push out.

There was no hope, and he knew that this was the end. He started to wonder what would happen when he died. Who was going to miss him? Did anyone even know that he was gone? He had nothing left in him so he began to pray.

“God, I know that I’ve never really taken the time to pray, so I hope I’m even doing this right,” He awkwardly began, “I don’t know if you can hear me, I know no one else can, but if you could find some way to save me from this I would really owe you one.”

He looked up and saw a speck of light no bigger than a needle from his point of view. As he focused on it he realized that that was the top of the hole. There was no getting out of this one.

“God, I could really use a miracle.”

My child, because you asked I will heal your bones, I will make you whole again, and I will be there to guide you as you climb your way out.

It sounded like a whisper. I must be going delusional, he thought to himself, but then something began to happen. The most intense pain he could imagine began to churn in his body as he felt his bones begin to form back together. He screamed out because the hurt was so strong. He paused for a moment and then smiled through the pain because his ribs had healed enough to scream again. What felt like knives before felt more like throbbing and he could move his arms and legs again. He cried out in joy! Even though he was still at the bottom of the hole he could move again. He slowly stood up and rubbed his hands up and down his arms. He could feel the bumps of scars starting to form. Stretching out his arms he slowly moved forward looking for the wall. His hands pressed against a cold surface and he began to feel for anything to hold on to, but the walls were smooth. Instantly his joy turned to anger and he pounded his fist against the wall.

“God, I don’t understand. Why would you heal me if there was no way out? Why would you torture me like this? How do I get out of here when there isn’t anything to pull myself up onto,” He shouted in frustration.

I am making a path known, you will find it. I will guide you as you climb.

As he heard God’s voice again he felt the part of the wall under his fist pull away from the smooth surface making a spot to grip. He grabbed it and felt with his feet for something to lift himself up on. As he slid his foot down the wall he felt another section of the wall create a step. He began to lift himself slowly up the side of the hole. Each time he reached a hand up another section would pull away from the wall making another spot to hold onto.

Time passed and his arms and legs began to grow tired. He didn’t feel like he had the strength to continue on and he began to be afraid that he was going to fall and all of the climbing would have been for nothing. He looked up and it felt like each step up made the hole grow a little taller. It seemed hopeless again.

“God I don’t have the strength to make it to the top. I don’t want to fall, I need strength to go on.”

Trust me, and rely on the strength I will provide you. If you do this you will make it to the top.

With each stretch of the arm he began to pray for strength to pull himself up, and every time he did he had just enough strength to continue to climb. Each time the pain from his tired muscles was great, but he had the strength to carry on. As his muscles ached he thought to himself about what he felt like laying at the bottom. This pain may be great, but it’s nothing like that was, he thought to himself. As he prayed and pulled himself up, prayed and pulled himself up, he began to become more and more encouraged as God continued to provide him the strength he needed.

Finally after what felt like and eternity of climbing he felt his hand reach the lip of the hole he had fallen into. As he pulled himself up and rolled onto the ground next to the pit he glanced over and saw how wide the mouth was. How did I not see that coming? He let out a relieved chuckle and tears of joy began to well up in his eyes. He was overwhelmed with love for God.

“God I did not deserve to be saved. I should have seen this pit coming, and I should have avoided it, but when I fell you saved me. You put my broken self back together and gave me the strength I needed to pull myself out of the hole. I know you were there the whole time making sure I didn’t fall again. God, please walk with me now, and keep me from falling into another pit. I know that if I walk with guiding me you will always keep me safe.”

We’ve all been there. Minding our own business and seemingly out of nowhere we fall. The fact of the matter is that when we mind our own business, and we don’t keep our eyes on the path that the Lord is trying to lead us down, we will always find ourselves in a hole. Some will be smaller than others. Some will be much easier to re-correct when we trip. I know there is someone who will read this who just hit the bottom of an impossible pit though, if that is you. Ask God to put you back together and help you start climbing. I know it seems impossible, but that is where God shines the brightest. God will get you out of your pit. It wont be easy. You’ll still have pain along the way, because even though God could pull you out of the pit its the climb up that lets you grow to trust God. God loves you, and he wants to get you out. You just have to ask him.

Published by Brandon

I'm passionate about spreading the love of Jesus Christ in everything I do, say, and write. I am by no means perfect at this, but I strive to be better every day as my walk with Christ continues.

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