Mud and Memories

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The other day my son and I were kicking the soccer ball around in the front yard.  I was goalie while he was practicing being the offender and kicking the ball by me and into the pretend net. Because of all the rain we’ve had recently and because we happen to live in an area of North Carolina referred to as The Great Dismal Swamp, our yard was a little mushy.

“You need to dive for that ball, Mom.” my son remarked to me as the ball flew by me into our pretend goal.

“I know, but it’s muddy out here and I don’t want to get all dirty.”

“Mom, did you mind getting dirty when you were a kid?” he asked me.

“Well,” I thought for a second.

An image of me at about 5 years old popped into my brain. I was sitting in a sand pile outside my house. I was scooping up handfuls of dirt and then pouring those handfuls onto my head. I did this multiple times and each time I thoroughly enjoyed my little made up game. I then would entertain myself by shaking my head and picking out the granules from my hair and scalp with my fingers.  {On a side note, I really hope my readers won’t hold this against me. Yes, I did quirky things like this as a child, but I assure you I’ve grown up and I no longer do weird things like this. I’m “normal” now. 😉 }

I answered my son’s question, “No, I didn’t mind.”

“Well then, play like that.” he suggested.

I smiled.  I didn’t see him out there diving into the muddy grass that day either…but he did make a good point.

I avoid dirty and messy way too often.  It’s more convenient to avoid the yuck and just stay clean.

I have a lot more to learn on this journey.

I am thankful for the teacher I have in my life today who is my example, the One I can learn from everyday.  He is my perfect example when it comes to muddy situations.  He is the One who did not mind reaching down into the mud just for me.

“He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”  Psalm 40:2

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