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Where I grew up in Texas, there was a huge sand quarry that we called “The Sand Pits” right next to our house. Dump trucks would come and go from there all the time.  It was a mysterious place that teased with intrigue! There were mountains of sand, places with quicksand and swamp like areas with Cattails. The place was a kids paradise. One day it was quiet and my brother, his friend and I found our way in through the fence that was meant to keep people out. There were “No Trespassing” signs all around.

ImageWe found ourselves at the bottom of a cliff-like wall. Boys being boys, they excitedly decided that they would dig a tunnel all the way to our house, which was just over the top of the wall. Of course, being the only girl, and the little sister, I got the grunge work! My brother Lee and his buddy Stephen got the front line work while I hauled the sand off that they dug through with their hands. After a few hours, it started looking like a cave and we were really making headway! Maybe we would manage to come out on the other side by the end of the day. Even our German Shepherd dog, Toro, was digging.

It happened so fast that we didn’t have time to react.  Out of nowhere, the entire wall, at least 10 stories high came crashing down on all of us. I was at the back so I was just waist deep in the sand. My brother and Stephen disappeared under the fall! Pretty soon, my brothers’ head popped out of the sand and he gasped for air.  We both checked each other to see if we were okay and only then did we realize that Stephen was nowhere to be found! We looked for the spot that we thought he was at and couldn’t see anything but a massive amount of beige colored fine sand. We panicked. Lee started digging like crazy and screaming, Stephen! Stephen! Where are you? Toro sniffed out where Stephen was and started digging too. Lee shouted at me to go get help. I ran as fast as my little 9 year old legs could carry me and I went to the house across the street from the quarry and asked for help since it was the closest from the gate. The lady wasn’t the friendliest person in the world and as neighborhood kids, we got on her nerves a lot.Image

She said in a cold voice, “Go home and tell your parents”.  I couldn’t believe she would send me away with something this urgent. I went home and they were both there, along with my baby sister. My mom said for me to stay with the baby while they went to help. They called the police before they left and then ran frantically out the door.  It seemed like an eternity by the time they returned. As I looked out the door and out onto the shell road we lived on, there was Stephen all covered in sand, a bit short of breath and coughing but he was fine! Whew! If it hadn’t been for the sand being very fine, like beach sand, he would not have made it.

Do you ever feel like you are on an adventure, you are “digging in” to your dream, only to have the whole thing come crashing down on you? Maybe you don’t feel like you can even breathe?  Maybe life gets too hard and you just can’t cope?  You are not alone. David had this to say when he faced unbelievable opposition and betrayal:


Ps. 61:1-5 (The Message Bible)

3-5 You’ve always given me breathing room,1-2 “God, listen to me shout,
bend an ear to my prayer.
When I’m far from anywhere,
down to my last gasp,
I call out, “Guide me
up High Rock Mountain!”

a place to get away from it all,
A lifetime pass to your safe-house,
an open invitation as your guest…”

When you feel paralyzed, like Stephen in my story did, and you can’t even move because of the heaviness, cry out to God. He will send help. He will lead you out of it and onto a high place, once again. What was once a deep sand pit, has now, years later, become a beautiful lake that is enjoyed by many. God can turn something that was once a pit in your life, and fill It with his purpose and destiny!

My 500 Words- day 14

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