This life is absolutely full of slimy pits. And it seems like I fall into the same ones over and over again. I will be going along, living my life, minding my own business, and then suddenly something happens—a critical remark, a biting comment, a feeling of inadequacy, a disappointment, a failure, an opinion that is not valued or listened to, fear, anxiety, Insecurity, you name it—and there I am, at the bottom of the pit, stuck in the mud and mire once again. It happens so fast at times that it can make your head spin.
That’s when the wallowing begins. The inner dialogue turns toward attack, defense, or self-contempt, and deeper and deeper into the mud and mire I go. When am I ever going to learn where these pits are and how to avoid them? And when am I ever going to learn that once I have fallen into one of them, I cannot get myself out if it? I must turn to God, the God who turns to me. I must allow the words of this ancient prayer to become my own. Only God can lift me out. Only God can set me on a rock. Only God can give me a firm place to stand. Only God can put a new song in my mouth. Only he can replace those old, dysfunctional ways of being and seeing with new and beautiful ones. Only he can give me hope that one day the slimy pit will not be my constant reality. May that day be today! Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.