*Wow, this post is coming a few days after I said it would….Sorry about that.*
We find ourselves in a forest, enjoying a day, falling into a hole, all alone.
The question was asked, how long before you would cry out for help if you knew you were all alone?
The hope that comes from crying out is an odd thing because to cry out means that you realize you can’t do it on your own. You’ve officially lost faith in your ability to do things and are now relying on somebody else to pick you up from where you fell. You are placing your desired outcome in the hands of somebody hopefully more capable. That’s what happens when you cry out…you are desperately reaching for…hope.
It’s a beautiful thing really…to reach the end of yourself, because that is exactly what may need to happen in order for you to be rescued.
Imagine you believed you could do this all on your own. You’re in this hole, you have mud up to your eyeballs and it’s starting to get dark, you hear odd noises and shadows that definitely weren’t there before in the forest. Beauty has now turned to scary and nature’s peacefulness has given way to nature’s wildness.
You are convinced that you don’t need anyone to help you. You struggle and struggle and nothing. You will wear yourself out getting nowhere, because you need some help.
And that’s ok.
To need help.
When we reach the end of ourselves and cry out for help with that hope that somebody will hear us, something happens inside of us. Surrender. Sometimes it’s called, “being at the end of the rope” like you’re hanging on by the finger nails just digging, praying for rescue.
As you reach the end of yourself in the hole and you cry out, you hear a dog bark, or leaves ruffle, or a flashlight flicker in between the tree trunks. At first you’re afraid for anyone to see you in this predicament, you’re embarrassed, nervous, scared. You wonder what they will say, what they will think.
But more than that, you’re hopefully just happy that you’re no longer alone.
These people, whoever they are, heard your cry, came to your rescue and brought you to safety.
If you wouldn’t have cried out, they wouldn’t have found you.
If you wouldn’t have reached the end of yourself, you’d still be struggling in this hole, you’d find yourself slowing sinking into mud that has crusted over your shoulders as the night chill blows over.
But now you’re free. You’re alive. You’re not alone.
I’ve been in that hole. I’ve even found people in that hole that others have walked right past before. And have been privileged to offer some hope is someway…because there is hope.
If you’re in a hole, please cry out.
If you’re not in a hole…is there anyone crying out that you can reach for?