From Fear to Freedom

I remember the darkness, the smell of dirt, and the fear that no one would find me.

“It’ll be great, he said. No one will ever find you here.”

I had fallen for my older brother’s bad ideas before. When he suggested I hide in a posthole during a game of hide and seek, I should have known it wouldn’t end well.

I was just a kid, small enough to fit in, feet first, with my arms down at my sides. The damp, cold dirt was so close to my face I could see nothing. Like the proverbial stone rolled in front of the tomb, a clump of grass sealed my fate. My brother was right; nobody found me. He told the others I had quit for the night and they all went inside.

I called for help but no one could hear me. I screamed but could tell there was no point. Trapped, alone and afraid, I waited. Perhaps someone noticed I was missing or my brother thought I’d had enough when he finally came to set me free.

I’m pretty much a grown up now. I’m proud to say, I never got in a posthole again. When situations arise that make me feel a similar kind of stuck, I pray. When I feel like I’m screaming and no one can hear me, when my hands are tied and there is nothing I can do to help myself, I look to God. I know with Him I am never lost or alone. He is with me in every kind of trouble.

God will never leave us in darkness and He will always set us free.

Scripturally Speaking:
The exile will soon be set free, and will not die in the dungeon, nor will his bread be lacking.
Isaiah 51:14 (NASB)

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