Stuck in a Ditch

A short story by Bridgett

Stuck in a Ditch

The ground where she lay, chilled her back. Towering dirt walls rose above her on both sides. White clouds floated out of her reach on a background of the bluest of blue.

She shouldn’t be here. A smooth path ran through the ditch and curved around to places unknown to her. Why was she here? She should be above.

Jumping to her feet, she searched for a way out. Though her eyes stung from the plume of dust, she dared not close them for fear of falling further into the caves she glimpsed down the ditch’s path. The walls were steep. Too steep to climb. The canyon floor was smooth against the bottom of her feet as she walked along the walls looking for footholds. She must escape. She had to get back to where she belonged. Though she couldn’t remember exactly where that was.

In her haste, she stumbled and fell. She couldn’t get out of here on her own.

Faint voices came from somewhere down the winding path of the ditch. As the sound of other people grew louder, the hope of freedom flittered within her.

The voices grew louder. She ran down the path. Around a curve stood many others stuck in this same ditch. Running up to them, she asked them for advice. “Excuse me. How do I get out of here?”

Another girl sadly shook her head. “There’s no way out. We’re trapped here until we die. Better make the most of it.”

“No. That can’t be true.” She ran to another. “Please help. I don’t want to be down here. How can I get to the surface?”

“I don’t know miss. I’ve never tried to leave. Though, I don’t suppose you can. But don’t cry. I was born here you see. It’s not so bad.”

The girl heard a cry behind her. “Help! Help me! Don’t leave me here! I want to live!”One was clawing at the steep dirt wall yelling at the top of her lungs. Her filthy hands grabbed the wall and tried to climb. But the dirt fell away. The ditch became wider but just as steep.

The girl turned to see one clawing at the steep dirt wall yelling at the top of her lungs. Her filthy hands grabbed the wall and tried to climb. But the dirt fell away. The ditch became wider but just as steep. “Help! Help me!”

“Stop it!” The other’s screamed. “There isn’t a way out! There’s no hope! There’s no way out.”

All hope the girl had vanished as she watched the one continue to cry for help. She wanted to cry for help with her, but she needed the other’s help to survive in this ditch. She didn’t want to make them angry. Though she remained silent, she wondered to herself. Was there no help for them? Was there truly no way out? Would she ever hear the clear song of a bird? Would she never feel the wind blow through her hair? Or feel the sun warm her face? Could she never rest her feet in a bubbling brook, or run barefooted through soft grass? Did those things even exist? Would she forever live in the dark, dingy ditch?

“Is there no hope for me?”

Another moved close to her side. “There’s no need to complain. It’s not so bad down here. There are jewels. Come look! I’ll show you.

The girl followed the others down the ditch’s path. Darkness grew with every step as she descended into the earth. She glanced back at the dim ditch where the one was still screaming for help. She should go back. Maybe there was a Savior?

“Come see!” The other’s called as they pulled her toward a strange light.

Colorful jewels of all shapes and sizes sparkled and flashed. The kaleidoscope of colors mesmerized her making her forget the darkness of the cave and the depth of the ditch. It was more than lovely.

When she came to herself, she once again lay on the cold ground of the ditch. The wind from above whistled softly. Something was missing. The screaming one had stopped crying for help.

But, where was she?

No one knew.

The girl walked along the ditch walls searching, looking for the one who wanted help, and searching for a way out.

“Come. Let’s go look at the jewel’s the other’s called.”

Her life became a pattern. In the cave, the bright colors of the jewels gave her mind a brief escape. But every morning, she’d found herself still stuck in the ditch. Every day, she’d looked for the one who’d screamed for help. And she asked the others how to get out of the ditch. She was given a variety of answers.

If she could only jump high enough.

If she could learn how to fly.

Or perhaps, if she could control the jewels, she could transport herself to the surface.

She tried all these things. Nothing worked. Hopelessness crept into her soul, and she died a little more every day.

One morning as she opened her eyes, dreading the thought of another day trapped in the ditch, she looked past the dirt walls toward the sky. She saw the one who’d cried for help walking along the edge of the ditch in freedom.

“Please.” The girl begged up above her. “How did you get out of here? How can I get up there?”

One smile gave the girl hope.

“You can get out. If you cry for help. The savior will hear, and He’ll rescue you.”

A shadow passed as the one above her moved away from the ditch.

The girl jumped to her feet and ran to the wall. “Wait! Help me! Don’t leave me here. I want to live.”

Over and over she cried. “Help! Help me!! Don’t leave me here. I want to live.

Her cries awoke the others. “Hush!” They screamed. “There is no way out!!”

But the girl now knew differently. There was a way out. She didn’t know who this Savior was, but she knew He was out there. If he could save one, He could save her. She didn’t care what the others thought. She had to live! She must live! She looked toward the sky and cried louder. A hand stretched toward her. Miraculously, He reached down into the ditch, all the way down the steep walls, and pulled her to the surface.

A hand stretched toward her. Miraculously, He reached down into the ditch, all the way down the steep walls, and pulled her to the surface.

Tears of joy ran down her face as she beheld her Savior. He was real. There was a way out. He was the way. All she had to do was cry for help, and He had found her. Oh, how she wished that she’d asked for help sooner.

 

***This is not the end, but only the beginning of the girl’s story. But first, here are a few things that we can learn from her.

  • All of us at some point have been stuck in this ditch called sin – which by its simplest definition is separation from God.
  • Most of us want out of the ditch. However, most of us are taking advice from the wrong people and looking for help in the wrong places and things.
  • Some allow the jewels of pleasure to convince them the ditch isn’t that bad.
  • Some think they can climb out on their own.
  • Some dream “if only.”
  • Some say it’s hopeless.
  • We must be careful from whom we take advice. If others are stuck in the same ditch as we are, they can’t help us get out.
  • Even if you don’t know the Savior, He will save you when you cry out to Him. He will reach down and pull you out of your sin.
  • After you get out of your ditch, your freedom will inspire others to call out to God.
  • You can’t save them.
  • If you try, they will pull you back down into the ditch.
  • Tell them about your Savior and encourage them to cry out to Him.
  • After your salvation, as you continue to walk in the light and love of the Savior, you will experience joy, peace, and blessings like you never imaged.

***I was once the girl in the ditch. I tried every way possible to get out on my own. I took some bad advice. Allowed the shiny things of sin to convince me the ditch was fun. But one day, I cried out to Jesus. Others told me to shut up. Possibly because when I cried for help, it exposed the lie that their sin was not that bad.

Jesus heard me. He reached down and saved me. Now, I follow Him down life’s pathway with joy, love, peace, and freedom.

You can, too.

Even if you don’t know who Jesus is, cry out to Him and let Him save you from the ditch of sin. And if you have been saved, tell others to cry out to Him.

He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.  And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord. ~ Psalm 40:2-3

 

 

Testimony Tuesday with Kaleigh Willard

Have you ever blamed God for the bad things in your life? Read Kaleigh’s story. You’ll be blessed.

Testimony Tuesday with Kaleigh Willard

My name is Kaleigh. I was raised in a home by my grandparents where we only went to church on your typical holidays; Christmas, Easter, Mothers Day etc… I knew about God but never had a relationship with Him.

When I was 10, my mother died of a heroin overdose and my father, he just wasn’t there. So needless to say growing up I was full of anger, bitterness, unforgiveness, hate, resentment, and hurt. I couldn’t understand why God would take someone I needed away from me. I was mad at Him. I even denied Him.

Trying to fill that void, that empty hole in my heart I turned to drugs and men; looking for love in all the wrong places.

At the age of 18, I moved out of my grandparents’ house and in with my boyfriend 2 hours away. I found out I was pregnant not even a month a later. Everything was just so perfect in my eyes. Only after 3 years, we split. I found myself very quickly in another relationship. Looking for that love I’ve always longed for. And again I had found myself in the same situation. Only a month later I was pregnant. 6 years and 3 children later I had suffered emotional, physical, and mental abuse. Concussions, broken bones, bruises, being cheated on over and over, called names, and even at one point, I thought he would kill me. In my eyes I loved this man so much I would have done anything for him just to love me back. Even if that meant giving up my son. (Which I did) I felt as if he resented my son because he didn’t belong to him. Always fearing I would go back to my ex, I thought by giving my son to his dad that would prove to him, he was the only man I wanted. One morning after being severely beaten, I waited until he went to sleep and I left with our 2 children.

I moved back to my hometown in October 2015 and by January 2016 I found myself in a full-blown meth addiction and by June in another relationship with a young man who also was in his own addiction. I had given my 2 little girls to my grandparents because at this point I had given up in life. I felt worthless and I knew they deserved better than what I could have given them. All I cared about was getting high to numb the pain of all the memories of the abuse and being rejected. Still, in my addiction that no one knew about or at least I thought, I got my girls back and I got married. But things only got worse. I still wasn’t the mother they needed and drugs seemed to consume my life.

May 1st, 2017, I checked myself into the Haven of Hope. I gave my life to Christ 2 weeks after being there. It’s the best thing that I ever could have done. Let me tell you how good my God is. Today, I am clean and sober. I’m a mother again. I have my life back. I’m full of peace and joy. I now fill that void in my heart with the love of Jesus Christ and I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing that feels. Before I couldn’t understand why God would let me go through life and experience the things I did. But He used the bad for His glory.

I love my Jesus and He loves me. I’m thankful and blessed. He has opened many doors for me. A God that has promised me my heart’s desire has been restoring all that the locust have eaten over the years.

MY GOD IS GOOD!

Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you: But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy. ~ I Peter 4:12-13

Testimony Tuesday with Shawna Boone

I was privileged to have Shawna in my class at the Haven. Here is her story…

Testimony Tuesday with Shawna Boone

God has just completely and totally amazed me.

I fought His will for so long. I kept myself in bondage for so long trying to hold on to the world. And by doing so, I was letting go of Him.

I was a drug addict, depressed, full of anxiety, a thief, a liar, and every other less than desirable quality you can think of.

I doubted that there was a God for a good part of my life. When I look back now though, I can see His hand keeping me safe and guiding me to Him. I didn’t have a childhood anybody would willingly choose.

I became hooked on drugs in high school. It kept progressing until all I was a junkie. I went so low and did things I never imagined myself doing.

But God still found me worthy of saving. Jesus thought I was worthy to die for.

I got saved November of 2014 at the Home of Grace. I asked Jesus to come into my life while I was sitting in a room all by myself not knowing what to do or where my journey would take me. I just knew I was in need of a Savior.

I went back to drugs a couple of times because I was holding onto things that I was putting God on the back burner for.

In September of 2016, I asked Jesus back into my life and went to Haven of Hope in Mt. Vernon.

This time, I gave everything up and completely surrendered my life to God. I finally grasped how much God TRULY loved me. I got closer to Him than ever before and I was so content. I have this peace in my life now that, even in all my circumstances, could not be taken from me.

What God gives, the world cannot take away!

He is my provider. He is my strength. He is my comforter.

For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell. ~ Psalm 86:13

Testimony Tuesday with Holeigh Platt

An addiction deliverance testimony.

I first met Holeigh at church camp. She was a teenage camper. I was a volunteer counselor. I never would’ve dreamed she’d one day sit in my class at the Haven of Hope. Here is her story.

Testimony Tuesday with Holeigh Platt

My name is Holeigh. I was raised in a Godly Christian Home. I loved God and anything that brought me closer to Him. I loved youth camps and youth conferences. I stayed plugged in.

At the age of 17, I stopped doing all those things because I wanted to fit in. Curiosity killed the cat. Right? I began to try drugs. You name it, I did it. I became an IV user. It was all fun until I found myself almost dead, loosing my children, and ending up in jail.

At this point, I was so misable with life. I hated living. I was convinced I was not gonna be anything more than a junkie.

I wanted help. I wanted to let God be my Savior. I was tired of running. I finally called on Him May 28th and told God I was done!

It has been a fight since that day, but I don’t regret giving my life to God. He hasn’t ever failed me! I have such a joy and peace about everything.

God’s got my life! I’m an overcomer. Amen!

God is already restoring everything back to me. I’m so thankful to God for giving me a second chance and showing me favor. Favor is being shown grace and mercy when we don’t deserve it.

But He did it. He truly delivered me. I am beyond blessed to be able to say I’m clean sober and in my right mind!

That’s the God I serve! I just love Him so much because He loved me. He died for me and if that’s not enough to be thankful for I don’t know what is!

Let God turn your mess into a message like He did for me. He isn’t a respecter of persons! Truly submit to Him. Not my will, but His will be done.

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. ~ II Corinthians 5:17

Amen!!!