“The Lord hears his people when they call to him for help. He rescues them from all their troubles.”
This is the beginning of our regular snowshoeing route – a quick clatter through the culvert beneath the highway, then on along the creek bottom.
It’s a lovely trail.
Having brought friends out this way not too long ago for a trek and a cookout, we approached the culvert with sure steps. Sure, it had snowed and stormed recently. But still, we were reasonably confident of our success, hence the jaunty approach.
We were stopped in our tracks.
Unbeknownst to us, the storms had all but plugged the massive metal tunnel with fresh heavy snow.
Hubby and Son checked it out. Could we? Should we? They peered in further, taking stock. The general consensus came in a matter of minutes.
“Well, it’s certainly doable, but we’d need to army crawl for a few body lengths to get in.”
Sounds like the ideal start to a snowshoe trail, huh?
I stepped closer for a better look. I don’t like tight spaces. I dithered. I blithered. As I hesitated, both gents elbowed their way into the gloomy tunnel and disappeared in short order.
Mental calculations followed.
It looks like a tight squeeze. I’m not going to lien it. But on the other hand, I will have to climb back up the embankment, cross the highway above, then drop back down the other side to meet up with them.
That last thought helped. I was spurred to action. I stuck my head in, swallowed hard, and got moving.
I ignored Son, whose opinion involved the great likelihood of woolly mammoths’ motion consisting of similar sideways swaying and grunts. Nimbly I arrived at their feet, none the worse for wear.
In my brain.
(In reality, I slid awkwardly face first and struggled for several minutes to extract my snowshoes which had decided to move independently of me and in opposite directions against my direct orders. But who’s counting?)
I felt triumphant.
I did it! Go, me!
Of course, that experience set me to thinking.
It’s certainly not the first time I’ve been in a tight spot. And it won’t be the last. Sometimes the only way forward is prostrated and weaving and crawling and trying to make it through the best we can with the tools we have at the time.
And that’s okay.
Sometimes, we can manoeuvre our own way out of a hole or problem. Sometimes we need help from a friend or colleague or partner.
Sometimes, we are such a tight spot that only divine intervention will pull us free. Those are the tough ones. Dealing with abuse or divorce or betrayal or death or disability or –
You get the picture.
I’ve had to crawl through a few tunnels of my own – and it wasn’t pretty. Or fun. Or pleasant. Or comfortable.
Which is why I’m so glad that there is a God who loves me, calls me His own, and loves to help when I call for help.
Are you in a tight spot?
Don’t be afraid to ask for help and lean closer to the heart of God. He is a God who delights to rescue His own, to walk through life with us, to offer comfort and security when the road gets tough.
Ask for help when you need it with me?
Father, life is full of tight spots. Teach us to rely on You when we are hard pressed. Help us to approach You with confidence because You love to demonstrate Your care and compassion for us. Remind us when we see a tight spot ahead that we don’t need to panic because You will lead us through it. Amen.