Sometimes you don’t know how bad it is until you realise just how far you’ve sunk.
There is a really impressive capacity for self-deception. Keep the self busy, maintain certain routines, keep up appearances and most importantly tell yourself, you have it under control. It might be tight, but you have it under control. It could be a bit rocky, but you have it under control. People might be upset, but you have it under control.
By the time those closest to you start giving you stark warnings about where your control is really taking you, the situation might be very grim indeed. You might find yourself up to your neck in it.
One of the things about being up to your neck in it is that there is no room for much movement. The best you can do is call out and hope for help.
Having found myself up to my neck in it, I am grateful that calling out for help has helped. I am glad that when I couldn’t help myself, someone heard my cry. It took a lot to admit my helplessness, it took a lot to give up the delusion of having it under control. But it was far better to do that and get help than sink further and then …
I am glad that from sinking sand, He lifted me.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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