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A few years ago, I waddled into our local friendly farmstead with my daughter and two-year-old son, knowing it might be a recipe for disaster.

Armed with sunscreen, a heap of ambition, and an expanding pregnant belly, we walked through its gates in the hope we could call the day lovely. And it was … until it happened. 

I watched my son stroll into the barn, equipped with a giant tube slide. I planted myself at the bottom and waited for his smiling face to appear. I waited and waited. Suddenly panic set in. Where was he? Did someone take him? Did he run away with a rogue cow? I wondered.

I looked everywhere. I even looked inside the bunny exhibit by the barn. But I will never know why I didn’t look at the construction site to the barn's left. It was a two-year-old boy's dream, complete with yellow warning tape, a mud lake, and drying cement. It was not until I saw a crowd gathering in front of the yellow tape that I saw my son—smack dab in the middle of the mud lake, yelling loudly with tears streaming down his face. A MESS!

Once we were safely inside our minivan and had pulled away from our adventure, something hit me. How many times has my heavenly Father pulled me out of the mud? 

When I saw my boy, I was overjoyed. I didn't think about the mud all over me. I didn't care what others thought. I didn't even mind that the cleaning-up process got messier before it improved. I just knew I had to rescue him because he was mine.

How much more precious to know I am God’s? He doesn't care if I am covered in dirt. He doesn't care what others think. He is willing to rescue me, even through the muck, the mire, and the messy clean-up. I am His and He is mine—mud and all.

While we often lose our way in the messiness of suffering, we can take heart, knowing God will always come to our rescue. 

When has God rescued you from the muck and the mire of life? 

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